Psalm 57
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by
David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.
1 Be merciful to me,
God, be merciful to
me,
for my soul takes refuge
in you.
Yes, in the shadow
of your wings, I
will take refuge,
until disaster has passed.
2 I cry
out to God Most High,
to God who accomplishes
my requests for me.
3 He
will send from heaven,
and save me,
he rebukes the one
who is pursuing me.
Selah.
God will send out
his loving kindness and
his truth.
4 My soul
is among lions.
I lie among those
who are set
on fire,
even the sons of men, whose teeth
are spears and arrows,
and their tongue
a sharp sword.
5 Be exalted,
God, above the heavens!
Let your glory
be above all
the earth!
6 They
have prepared a net
for my steps.
My soul is bowed
down.
They dig a pit
before me.
They fall into
the middle of it
themselves.
Selah.
7 My
heart is steadfast,
God.
My heart is
steadfast.
I will sing, yes,
I will sing praises.
8 Wake up,
my glory! Wake up, lute and harp!
I will wake up
the dawn.
9 I
will give thanks to you, Lord, among
the peoples.
I will sing praises
to you among the nations.
10 For
your great loving kindness reaches
to the heavens,
and your truth to
the skies.
11 Be exalted,
God, above the
heavens.
Let your glory be
over all the
earth.