Psalm 57
57
1 Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title.
2 If, truly and certainly, you speak justice, then judge what is right, you sons of men.
3 For, even in your heart, you work iniquity. Your hands construct injustice on the earth.
4 Sinners have become foreigners from the womb; they have gone astray from conception. They have been speaking falsehoods.
5 Their fury is similar to that of a serpent; it is like a deaf asp, who even blocks her ears,
6 who will not listen to the voice of charmers, nor even to the enchanter who chants wisely.
7 God will crush their teeth within their own mouth. The Lord will break the molars of the lions.
8 They will come to nothing, like water flowing away. He has aimed his bow, while they are being weakened.
9 Like wax that flows, they will be carried away. Fire has fallen upon them, and they will not see the sun.
10 Before your thorns could know the brier, he consumes them alive, as if in rage.
11 The just one will rejoice when he sees vindication. He will wash his hands in the blood of the sinner.
12 And man will say, "If the just one is fruitful, then, truly, there is a God judging them on earth."
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Psalms 57
57
1-3Be good to me, God—and now!
I’ve run to you for dear life.
I’m hiding out under your wings
until the hurricane blows over.
I call out to High God,
the God who holds me together.
He sends orders from heaven and saves me,
he humiliates those who kick me around.
God delivers generous love,
he makes good on his word.
4I find myself in a pride of lions
who are wild for a taste of human flesh;
Their teeth are lances and arrows,
their tongues are sharp daggers.
5Soar high in the skies, O God!
Cover the whole earth with your glory!
6They booby-trapped my path;
I thought I was dead and done for.
They dug a mantrap to catch me,
and fell in headlong themselves.
7-8I’m ready, God, so ready,
ready from head to toe,
Ready to sing, ready to raise a tune:
“Wake up, soul!
Wake up, harp! wake up, lute!
Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”
9-10I’m thanking you, God, out loud in the streets,
singing your praises in town and country.
The deeper your love, the higher it goes;
every cloud is a flag to your faithfulness.
11Soar high in the skies, O God!
Cover the whole earth with your glory!
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