1(57) For the end. Destroy not: by David, for a memorial, when he fled from the presence of Saul to the cave. Have mercy, upon me, O God, have mercy upon me: for my soul has trusted in you: and in the shadow of your wings will I hope, until the iniquity have passed away.
2I will cry to God most high; the God who has benefited me. Pause.
3He sent from heaven and saved me; he gave to reproach them that trampled on me: God has sent forth his mercy and his truth;
4and he has delivered my soul from the midst of lions'whelps: I lay down to sleep, though troubled. As for the sons of men, their teeth are arms and missile weapons, and their tongue a sharp sword.
5Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.
6They have prepared snares for my feet, and have bowed down my soul: they have dug a pit before my face, and fallen into it themselves. Pause.