1To the chief musician. Do not destroy. A secret treasure of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for my soul trusts in You; yea, in the shadow of Your wings I will make my hiding place, until the great destruction passes by.
2I will cry to God most High, to God who works for me.
3He shall send from Heaven and save me; He will shame the one who crushes me. Selah. God shall send His mercy and His truth.
4My soul is among lions; I lie among those on fire, the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
5Be praised above the heavens, O God; let Your glory be over the whole earth.
6They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down; they have dug a pit before me; they have fallen into it. Selah.
7My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise.
8Wake up my glory! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will stir the morning dawn with praise.
9I will praise You among the peoples, O Lord, I will sing to You among the nations.
10For Your mercy is great to the heavens, and Your truth to the clouds.
11Be exalted above the heavens, O God; Your glory over the whole earth.