Psalms 57 To His Eminence; Al Tashcheth/Ruin Not: A Poem by David, as he flees the face of Shaul in the cave. Grant me charism, O Elohim; grant me charism; for my soul seeks refuge in you: yes, in the shadow of your wings I seek refuge until these calamities overpass.

ECB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To His Eminence; Al Tashcheth/Ruin Not: A Poem by David, as he flees the face of Shaul in the cave. Grant me charism, O Elohim; grant me charism; for my soul seeks refuge in you: yes, in the shadow of your wings I seek refuge until these calamities overpass. ² I call to Elohim Elyon - to El who consummates all for me. ³ He sends from the heavens and saves me from the reproach of him who swallows after me. Selah. Elohim sends his mercy and his truth. ⁴ My soul is among roaring lions; and I lie among the inflamed - the sons of humanity whose teeth are spears and arrows and their tongue a sharp sword. ⁵ Be lofted, O Elohim, above the heavens; your honor above all the earth. ⁶ They prepare a net for my steps; I bow my soul: they dug a pit at my face; they fall into its midst. Selah. ⁷ My heart is prepared, O Elohim; my heart is prepared: I sing and psalm. ⁸ Waken, my honor! Waken, bagpipe and harp! I waken early. ⁹ I spread hands to you, O Adonay, among the people; I psalm to you among the nations. ¹⁰ For your mercy is great to the heavens and your truth to the vapours. ¹¹ Be lofted, O Elohim, above the heavens; your honor above all the earth.