Psalm
57 Thursday Morning 1. Thursday Midday 2
Be merciful to me God, be
merciful, * because I take refuge in you.
In the shadow of your wings I
take refuge * till the plague passes by.
I call to God, the Most High, * to El, the Exalted Avenger.
He will send help from heaven to save me * from the taunts of
those who hound me.
God will send * his kindness and faithfulness.
I am in the midst of lions, * lying down, * as they rage for
human prey.
Their teeth are spears and arrows; * their tongue a sword
that is sharp.
Your height is above the heavens, God, * over all the
earth your glory.
They spread a net for my feet, * a noose for my neck.
They dug a pit to trip me headlong; * may they fall right in.
My heart is set, God; * my heart is set. * I will sing and praise
you.
Wake up, my heart! * Wake up, my harp and lyre! * I will wake up
the Dawn.
I will thank you among the
nations, Lord; * I will praise your Greatness among the peoples.
Your kindness towers to the
heavens, * your faithfulness to the skies.
Your height is above the heavens, God, * over all
the earth your glory.
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