Psalm 57

¹ 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.

² My cry I will cause to ascend

unto the Lord most high;

To God, who doth all things for me

perform most perfectly.

³ From heav’n he shall send down, and me

from his reproach defend

That would devour me: Selah. God his truth

and mercy forth shall send.

⁴ 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.

⁵ Be thou exalted very high

above the heav’ns, O God;

Let thou thy glory be advanc’d

o’er all the earth abroad.

⁶ My soul’s bow’d down; for they a net

have laid, my steps to snare:

Into the pit which they have digg’d

for me, they fallen are. Selah.

⁷ My heart is fix’d, my heart is fix’d,

O God; I’ll sing and praise.

⁸ My glory wake; wake psalt’ry, harp;

myself I’ll early raise.

⁹ I’ll praise thee ‘mong the people, Lord;

‘mong nations sing will I:

¹⁰ For great to heav’n thy mercy is,

thy truth is to the sky.

¹¹ O Lord, exalted be thy name

above the heav’ns to stand:

Do thou thy glory far advance

above both sea and land.