Psalm 56
Miserere mei, Deus
1
Be merciful unto me, O God, for man goeth about to devour me *
he is daily fighting, and troubling me.
2
Mine enemies are daily in hand to swallow me up *
for they be many that fight against me, O thou most Highest.
3
Nevertheless, though I am sometime afraid *
yet put I my trust in thee.
4
I will praise God, because of his word *
I have put my trust in God, and will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
5
They daily mistake my words *
all that they imagine is to do me evil.
6
They hold all together, and keep themselves close *
and mark my steps, when they lay wait for my soul.
7
Shall they escape for their wickedness *
thou, O God, in thy displeasure shalt cast them down.
8
Thou tellest my flittings; put my tears into thy bottle *
are not these things noted in thy book?
9
Whensoever I call upon thee, then shall mine enemies be put to flight *
this I know; for God is on my side.
10
In God’s word I will rejoice *
in the Lord’s word will I comfort me.
11
Yea, in God have I put my trust *
I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.
12
Unto thee, O God, will I pay my vows *
unto thee will I give thanks.
13
For thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from falling *
that I may walk before God in the light of the living.
Psalm 57
Miserere mei, Deus
1
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me, for my soul trusteth in thee *
and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my refuge, until this tyranny be over-past.
2
I will call unto the most high God *
even unto the God that shall perform the cause which I have in hand.
3
He shall send from heaven *
and save me from the reproof of him that would eat me up.
4
God shall send forth his mercy and truth *
my soul is among lions.
5
And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire *
whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword
6
Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens *
and thy glory above all the earth.
7
They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul *
they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it themselves.
8
My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed *
I will sing, and give praise.
9
Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp *
I myself will awake right early.
10
I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people *
and I will sing unto thee among the nations.
11
For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens *
and thy truth unto the clouds.
12
Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens *
and thy glory above all the earth.