095) Psalm 57

Psalm 57 To the chief musician Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.

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1 O GOD, to me be merciful, be merciful to me: because my soul for shelter-safe betakes itself to thee.

Yea in the shadow of thy wings, my refuge I have plac’t, until these sore calamities shall quite be over past.

2 To God most high I cry: the God that doth for me perform.

3 He will from heaven send, and save me from the spiteful scorn Of him that would with greedy hast, swallow me utterly: Selah. the Lord from heaven will send forth his grace and verity.

4 My soul’s ‘mongst lions, and I lye with me on-fire-set: men’s sons whose teeth are spears, and shafts, whose tongues as swords are whet.

5 O God, do thou exalt thy self, above the heavens high: up over all the earth also lifted be thy glory.

6 They for my steps prepar’d a net, my soul is bow’d; a pit they digg’d before me, but themselves are fall’n in midst of it. Selah.

7 My heart o God, prepared is, prepared is my heart, sing will I, and sing praise with psalms.

8 Up o my glory start;

Wake Psaltery and Harp, I will awake in the morning.

9 Among the folk I’ll praise thee, Lord, ‘mongst nations to thee sing.

10 For great unto the heavens is thy merciful bounty: thy verity also doth reach unto the cloudy sky.

11 O God, do thou exalt thy self, above the heavens high: up over all the earth also lifted be thy glory.

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