PSALM 57
To the Chief Musician. Destroy not. Michtam of David. When he fled from the face of Saul in the cave
1 Have mercy upon me, O God! have mercy upon me; For in thee my soul doth trust; And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, Until iniquity pass away.
2 I will cry to God Most High, Who perfecteth [his work] towards me.
3 He shall send from Heaven, And shall save me from the reproach of him who swalloweth me up: Send forth shall God his mercy and his truth.
4 My soul is in the midst of lions; I lie among those who are set on fire, -- Among the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue a sword [that is] sharp.
5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God! Above all the earth thy glory.
6 A net they have prepared for my steps: Bowed down is my soul: They have digged before me a pit, But they have fallen into it. Selah
7 Prepared is my heart, O God! prepared is my heart: I will sing, and chant psalms.
8 Awake my tongue, awake nablum 1 and harp: I will awake at dawn of day.
9 I will celebrate thee, among the peoples, O Lord! I will sing psalms to thee among the nation:
10 For great unto the heavens is thy goodness, And unto the clouds thy truth.
11 Be thou exalted, above the heavens, O God! Above all the earth thy glory.
1 "Psaltery" in the French version.