JuliaSmith(i) 1 To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem in his fleeing from the face of Saul in the cave. Compassionate me, O God, compassionate me: for in thee my soul put trust, and in the shadow of thy wings I will put my trust till calamity shall pass by. 2 I will call to God the Most High; to God he completed for me. 3 He will send from the heavens and he will save me; he rebuked him panting after me. Silence. God will send forth his mercy and his truth. 4 My soul is in the midst of lions: I shall lie down with the flaming, the sons of man, their teeth spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. 5 Be exalted above the heavens, O God; above all the earth thy glory. 6 They prepared a net for my steps; my soul was bent down: they dug a pit before me, they fell into the midst of it. Silence. 7 My heart was prepared, O God, my heart was prepared: I will sing and play on the harp. 8 Awake, my glory; awake, lyre and harp: I shall awake early. 9 I will praise thee, O Jehovah, among the peoples: I will play on the harp to thee among the nations. 10 For great even to the heavens thy mercy, and even to the clouds, thy truth. 11 Be thou exalted over the heavens, O God: over all the earth, thy glory.