Psalms 57:1-4

¹To the victory, lose thou not the seemly song, either the sweet song, of David, when he fled from the face of Saul into the den. God, have mercy on me, have thou mercy on me; for my soul trusteth in thee. And I shall hope in the shadow of thy wings; till wickedness pass.

²I shall cry to God alder-highest; to God that did well to me.

³He sent from heaven, and delivered me; he gave into shame them that defoul me. God sent his mercy and his truth,

⁴and delivered my soul from the midst of whelps of lions; I slept troubled or disturbed. The sons of men, the teeth of them be armours or arms and arrows; and their tongue is a sharp sword.