Psalms.
Chapter 57.
To the Overseer. — 'Destroy not.' — A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over. 
I call to God Most High, To God who is perfecting for me. 
He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached — who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth. 
My soul is in the midst of lions, I lie down among flames — sons of men, Their teeth are a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword. 
Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth Thine honour. 
A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah. 
Prepared is my heart, O God, Prepared is my heart, I sing and praise. 
Awake, mine honour, awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the morning dawn. 
I thank Thee among the peoples, O Lord, I praise Thee among the nations. 
For great unto the heavens is Thy kindness, And unto the clouds Thy truth. 
Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God. Above all the earth Thine honour! 
