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57:1	Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
57:2	I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
57:3	He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
57:4	My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
57:5	Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.
57:6	They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.
57:7	My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
57:8	Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
57:9	I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
57:10	For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
57:11	Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.


57:1	To the chaunter destroye not: The badges or armes of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercyfull vnto me (O God) be mercyfull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in the: and vnder the shadowe of thy winges shalbe my refuge vntyll this tyrannye be ouer past.
57:2	I wil cal vnto the most hye God, euen to the God that shall perfourme the cause which I haue in hande.
57:3	He shall sende from heauen, and saue me from the reprofe of hym that wold eate me vp. Sela. God shall sende forth hys mercy & treuth.
57:4	My soule is among lyons and I lye euen amonge the chyldren of men (that are sett on fyre) whose tethe are speares and arowes, and their tonge a sherp swearde.
57:5	Set vp thy self (O God) aboue the heauens, and thy glorye aboue all the earth.
57:6	They haue layed a nett for my fete, and pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pytt before me, and are fallen into the myddes of it them selues. Sela.
57:7	My herte is fyxed (O God) my herte is fyxed: I wyll synge and geue prayse.
57:8	Awake, O my glory, awake lute and harpe, I my selfe wyll a wake ryght early.
57:9	I wyll geue thankes vnto the (O Lorde) among the people, and I wyll synge vnto the amonge the nacyons.
57:10	For the greatnes of thy mercy reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy treuth vnto the cloudes.
57:11	Sett vp thy selfe (O God) aboue the heauens, & thy glory aboue all the earth.


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