Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave
Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away
I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me
He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth
And he has rescued my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men: their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword
Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth
They prepared a snare for my feet, and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, yet they have fallen into it
My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm
Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning
I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations
For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds
Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth