Psalm 56
Miserere mei, Deus
1
Be merciful to me, O God, for my adversaries are treading me down; *
they are daily fighting and troubling me.
2
My enemies go about hounding me daily, *
for there are many who fight against me, O Most High.
3
Nevertheless, though I am sometimes afraid, *
yet I put my trust in you.
4
In God whose word I praise, in God I trust and fear not, *
for what can flesh do to me?
5
They daily distort my words; *
all that they imagine is to do me evil.
6
They all gather together and lie in wait, *
and mark my steps, while they seek after my life.
7
Shall they escape despite their wickedness? *
O God, in your displeasure cast them down.
8
You record my lamentation; put my tears into your bottle; *
are not these things noted in your book?
9
Whenever I call upon you, then shall my enemies be put to flight; *
this I know, for God is on my side.
10
In God, whose word I praise, *
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
11
In God have I put my trust; *
I will not be afraid, for what can mortals do to me?
12
Unto you, O God, will I pay my vows; *
unto you will I give thanks.
13
For you have delivered my soul from death and my feet from stumbling, *
that I may walk before God in the light of the living.
Psalm 57
Miserere mei, Deus
1
Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for my soul trusts in you; *
and under the shadow of your wings shall be my refuge, until this tribulation has passed.
2
I will call unto the Most High God, *
even unto the God who shall fulfill his purpose for me.
3
He shall send from heaven and save me; he shall confound those who trample on me. *
God shall send forth his mercy and truth.
4
My soul is among lions that devour the people; *
their teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
5
Exalt yourself, O God, above the heavens; *
let your glory be over all the earth.
6
They have laid a net for my feet, and brought down my soul; *
they dug a pit before me, but have fallen into the midst of it themselves.
7
My heart is firmly fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; *
I will sing and give praise.
8
Awake, my soul, awake lute and harp; *
I myself will awaken the dawn.
9
I will give thanks unto you, O Lord, among the peoples, *
and I will sing praises unto you among the nations.
10
For the greatness of your mercy reaches unto the heavens, *
and your truth unto the clouds.
11
Exalt yourself, O God, above the heavens; *
let your glory be over all the earth.