Psalms 57

1Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title.

1 Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.

2If in very deed ye speak justice: judge right things, ye sons of men.

2I will send up my cry to the Most High God; to God who does all things for me.

3For in your heart you work iniquity: your hands forge injustice in the earth.

3He will send from heaven, and take me from the power of him whose desire is for my destruction. God will send out his mercy and his good faith.

4The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: they have spoken false things.

4My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.

5Their madness is according to the likeness of a serpent: like the deaf asp that stoppeth her ears:

5O God, be lifted up higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.

6Which will not hear the voice of the charmers; nor of the wizard that charmeth wisely.

6They have made ready a net for my steps; my soul is bent down; they have made a great hole before me, and have gone down into it themselves. (Selah.)

7God shall break in pieces their teeth in their mouth: the Lord shall break the grinders of the lions.

7My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs, and give praise.

8They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.

8You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.

9Like wax that melteth they shall be taken away: fire hath fallen on them, and they shall not see the sun.

9I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make songs to you among the nations.

10Before your thorns could know the brier; he swalloweth them up, as alive, in his wrath.

10For your mercy is great, stretching up to the heavens, and your righteousness goes up to the clouds.

11The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge: he shall wash his hands in the blood of the sinner.

11Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens, let your glory be over all the earth.

12And man shall say: If indeed there be fruit to the just: there is indeed a God that judgeth them on the earth.

12(not in this translation)