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: 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 advanced
         o'er all the earth abroad.

   6  My soul's bowed down; for they a net
         have laid, my steps to snare:
      Into the pit which they have digged
         for me, they fallen are.

   7  My heart is fixed, my heart is fixed,
         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.