57 To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.

² I call to God Most High, To God [who] is perfecting for me.

³ He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached -- who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth.

⁴ My soul [is] in the midst of lions, I lie down [among] flames -- sons of men, Their teeth [are] a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

⁵ Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth Thine honour.

⁶ A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

⁷ Prepared is my heart, O God, Prepared is my heart, I sing and praise.

⁸ Awake, mine honour, awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the morning dawn.

⁹ I thank Thee among the peoples, O Lord, I praise Thee among the nations.

¹⁰ For great unto the heavens [is] Thy kindness, And unto the clouds Thy truth.

¹¹ Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God. Above all the earth Thine honour!