Psalms, 56

Miserere mei, Deus. The prophet prays in his affliction, and praises God for his delivery.

[1] Unto the end, destroy not ¹, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave. •

[2] Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in thee. And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until iniquity pass away. •

[3] I will cry to God the most high; to God who hath done good to me.

[4] He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me. God hath sent his mercy and his truth, •

[5] And he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men, whose teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. •

[6] Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth. •

[7] They prepared a snare for my feet; and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, and they are fallen into it. •

[8] My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing, and rehearse a psalm. •

[9] Arise, O my glory, arise psaltery and harp: I will arise early. •

[10] I will give praise to thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing a psalm to thee among the nations. •

[11] For thy mercy is magnified even to the heavens: and thy truth unto the clouds. •

[12] Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth. •