^1aTo the choirmaster, Al-tashcheth.↑

A Golden Psalm of David when he fled from Saul into the cave.

^1bHave mercy on me, O God,

Have mercy on me.

For my being trusts in you,

And I will trust in the shadow of your wings

Until the dangers have passed.

²I will cry out to God the Most High

– To God who does the accomplishing for me.

³He will send help out from heaven and save me.

He reproached him who thirsts for me.

Selah.

God will send his kindness and his truth.

⁴My being is among lions;

I lie among incensed men

– Sons of men whose teeth are a spear and arrows,

Whose tongue is a sharp sword.

⁵May you be exalted over the heavens, O God;

May your glory be over all the earth.

⁶They have prepared a net for my steps.

My being is despondent.

They have dug a pit in front of me,

But they have fallen into it themselves.

Selah.

⁷My heart is resolved, O God,

My heart is resolved.

Let me sing

And make psalm melody.

⁸Awake, my glory,

Awake, O lute and harp;

Let me awake at dawn.

⁹I will give thanks to you among the various peoples, O Lord^*;

I will make psalm melody to you among the nations.

¹⁰For your kindness is great,

Reaching up to heaven,

As is your truth,

Reaching up to the sky.

¹¹May you be exalted above the heavens, O God;

May your glory be over all the earth.