(To the choir-master. Melody: Do not destroy. Of David. A miktam. When he took refuge from Saul in a cave.)

Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; here is a soul that puts its trust in thee, I will take refuge under the shelter of thy wings, till the storms pass by.

I will cry out to the most high God, the God who has ever befriended me:

may he send aid now from heaven to deliver me, and bring confusion on my oppressors; his mercy, his faithfulness be my speed!

Fallen among lions I, that hungrily eat men’s flesh; here are envious teeth that bite deeper than spear or arrow, tongues sharp as any sword.

O God, mount high above the heavens, till thy glory overshadows the whole earth.

See where they have laid a snare for my feet, to bring me low, dug a pit in my path; may it be their own undoing!

A true heart, my God, a heart true to thy service; its song, its music are for thee!

Wake, my soul, wake, echoes of harp and viol; dawn shall find me watching;

so will I give thee thanks, Lord, for all the world to hear it, sing psalms while the Gentiles listen,

of thy mercy, high as heaven itself, of thy faithfulness, that reaches to the clouds.

O God, mount high above the heavens, till thy glory overshadows the whole earth.