‏ Psalms 57

1 David in prayer flying unto God, complains of his dangerous case. 7 He encourages himself to praise God.

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

1Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusts in you: yes, in the shadow of your wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be over.
2I will cry to God most high; to God that performs all things for me.
3He 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.
4My 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.
5Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; let your glory be above all the earth.
6They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have dig a pit before me, into the middle whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.
7My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
8Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
9I will praise you, O Lord, among the people: I will sing to you among the nations.
10For your mercy is great to the heavens, and your truth to the clouds.
11Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens: let your glory be above all the earth.