Psalms 57

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[1]David in prayer fleeing unto God complaineth of his dangerous case: [7]he encourageth himself to praise God.

To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.

1. Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.

2. I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.

3. He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.

4. My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

5. Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.

6. They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

7. My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.

8. Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.

9. I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.

10. For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.

11. Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.

Metrical version

Psalm 57

C.M. Martyrdom, Hermon

Be merciful to me, O God;
thy mercy unto me
Do thou extend; because my soul
doth put her trust in thee:

Yea, in the shadow of thy wings
my refuge I will place,
Until these sad calamities
do wholly overpass.

My cry I will cause to ascend
unto the Lord most high;
To God, who doth all things for me
perform most perfectly.

From heav'n he shall send down, and me
from his reproach defend
That would devour me: God his truth
and mercy forth shall send.

My soul among fierce lions is,
I firebrands live among,
Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts,
a sharp sword is their tongue.

Be thou exalted very high
above the heav'ns, O God;
Let thou thy glory be advanced
o'er all the earth abroad.

My soul 's bowed down; for they a net
have laid, my steps to snare:
Into the pit which they have digged
for me, they fallen are.

My heart is fixed, my heart is fixed,
O God; I'll sing and praise.
My glory wake; wake psalt'ry, harp;
myself I'll early raise.

I'll praise thee 'mong the people, Lord;
'mong nations sing will I:
For great to heav'n thy mercy is,
thy truth is to the sky.

O Lord, exalted be thy name
above the heav'ns to stand:
Do thou thy glory far advance
above both sea and land.