Psalms 57
To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.
1Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until <add>these</add> calamities be overpast.2I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth <add>all things</add> for me.
3He shall send from heaven, and save <add>from</add> the reproach of him that would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
4My soul <add>is</add> among lions: <add>and</add> I lie <add>even among</add> them that are set on fire, <add>even</add> the sons of men, whose teeth <add>are</add> spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
5Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; <add>let</add> thy glory <add>be</add> above all the earth.
6They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen <add>themselves</add>. Selah.
7My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
8Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I <add>myself</add> will awake early.
9I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
10For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
11Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: <add>let</add> thy glory <add>be</add> above all the earth.