Psalms Chapter 56
Miserere mei, Deus. The prophet prays in his affliction, and praises God for his delivery.
56:1. Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into the cave. [1 Kings 24.]
Destroy not… Suffer me not to be destroyed.
56:2. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: for my soul trusteth in thee. And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until iniquity pass away.
56:3. I will cry to God the most high; to God who hath done good to me.
56:4. He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me. God hath sent his mercy and his truth,
56:5. And he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons ofmen, whose teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
56:6. Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, and thy glory above all the earth.
56:7. They prepared a snare for my feet; and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, and they are fallen into it.