PLVII. To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave

1 O God to me be merciful,
Be merciful to me:
Because my soul for shelter safe
Betakes it self to thee;
Yea in the shadow of thy wings
My refuge I have plac'd.
Until these sore calamities
Shall quite be overpast.

2 To God most high I cry; the God
That doth for me perform.
3 He will from heaven send and save
Me from the spiteful scorn
Of him that wold with greedy haste
Me swallow utterly;
God will send forth his mercy kind,
Likewise his verity.

4 My soul amongst the lions is:
I fire brands lie among;
Men's sons whose teeth are spears and darts
And as sharp swords their tongue.
5 Above the heavens high do thou
Exalt thy self O God:
O let thy glory be extoll'd
O'er all the earth abroad.

6 They for my steps prepar'd a net,
My soul is bowed down;
They dig'd a pit for me, but they
In midst thereof are thrown. Selah
7 My heart prepared is, O God,
My heart prepared is:
8 Sing will I and sing praise with psalms,
Up, O my glory, rise.

Awake both psaltery and harp,
My self I'll early wake:
9 Among the people, Lord to thee
I will confession make:
Among the nations I'll thee praise
10 For thy benignity
Is great to heaven, thy truth likewise
Doth reach the cloudy sky.

11 Above the heavens high do thou
Exalt thy self O God:
O let thy glory be extoll'd
O'er all the earth abroad.

Text Information
First Line: O God to me be merciful
Title: To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave
Publication Date: 1742
Scripture: Psalm 57
Language: English
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