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Psalm 57. Miserere mei, Deus.
BE merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me; for my soul
trusteth in thee; * and under the shadow of thy wings shall be
my refuge, until this tyranny be overpast.
2 I will call unto the Most High God, * even unto the God that
shall perform the cause which I have in hand.
3 He shall send from heaven, * and save me from the reproof of
him that would eat me up.
4 God shall send forth his mercy and truth: * my soul is among
lions;
5 And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire,
* whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp
sword.
6 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; * and thy glory above
all the earth.
7 They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul;
* they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst
of it themselves.
8 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; * I will sing
and give praise.
9 Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp: * I myself will awake
right early.
10 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the peoples; *
and I will sing unto thee among the nations.
11 For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens,
* and thy truth unto the clouds.
12 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; * and thy glory
above all the earth.
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