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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 itself to thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings, my refuge I have plac’d, until these sore calamities shall quite be over past.
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 would with greedy haste, swallow me utterly. Selah. The Lord from heaven will send forth his grace and verity.
4 My soul’s ‘mongst lions, and I lie with men on fire set: men’s sons whose teeth are spears, and shafts, whose tongues as swords are whet. 5 O God, do thou exalt thyself, above the heavens high: up over all the earth also lifted be thy glory.
6 They for my steps prepar’d a net, my soul is bow’d; a pit they digg’d before me, but themselves are fall’n in midst of it. Selah. 7 My heart, O God, prepared is, prepared is my heart, sing will I, and sing praise with psalms. 8 Up O my glory start;
wake psaltery and harp, I will awake in the morning. 9 Among the folk I’ll praise thee, Lord, ‘mongst nations to thee sing. 10 For great unto the heavens is thy merciful bounty: thy verity also doth reach unto the cloudy sky.
11 O God, do thou exalt thyself, above the heavens high: up over all the earth also lifted be thy glory.