Psalm LVII

Be merciful to me, O God,
For mercy I [in thee] do trust;
Under thy wings I refuge seek,
Till this distress be [over] past.

My cry I will cause to ascend
Unto the Lord [who is] most high;
To God who doth all things for me
[Ever] perform most faithfully.

He shall send down from Heav'n, and me
From his [unjust] reproach defend
That would devour me: God his truth
And [saving] mercy sorth shall send.

My soul among fierce Lions is,
I [burning] fire-brands lie among;
Even men whose teeth are spears and darts,
A [cutting] sharp sword is their tongue.

Above the highest Heav'ns, O God,
Be thou [in might] exalted high;
And over all the earth below
Shew forth thy [Glorious] Majesty.

They for my steps prepar'd a net,
My soul [by them] is bowed down;
They dig'd a pit for me, in which
Themselves are [fallen and] overthrown.

My heart is fixt, my heart is fixt,
O God, I'le sing thy joyful praise.

My glory wake: Psaltery and Harp,
My self [for this] I'le early raise.

Among the people I'le thee praise,
With [publick] songs thee magnifie.

Thy mercies great unto the heav'ns,
Thy truth unto the [cloudy] sky.

Exalted be thy glorious name,
[O God] above the heavens high;
And over all the earth advance
Thy glorious [pow'r and] majesty.