PSALMS.
Chapter 57.
For the choir director; al tashcheth;  a miktam by David when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have pity on me, O God. Have pity on me, because my soul takes refuge in you. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until destructive storms pass by. 
I call to God Most High, to the God who does everything for me. 
He sends his help from heaven and saves me. He disgraces the one who is harassing me. Selah God sends his mercy and his truth! 
My soul is surrounded by lions. I must lie down with man-eating lions. Their teeth are spears and arrows. Their tongues are sharp swords. 
May you be honored above the heavens, O God. Let your glory extend over the whole earth. 
⌞My enemies⌟ spread out a net to catch me. (My soul is bowed down.) They dug a pit to trap me, but then they fell into it. Selah 
My heart is confident, O God. My heart is confident. I want to sing and make music. 
Wake up, my soul!  Wake up, harp and lyre! I want to wake up at dawn. 
I want to give thanks to you among the people, O Lord. I want to make music to praise you among the nations 
because your mercy is as high as the heavens. Your truth reaches the skies. 
May you be honored above the heavens, O God. Let your glory extend over the whole earth. 
