Psa 57:1(LXX 56:1) For the end. Destroy not: by David, for a memorial, when he fled from the presence of Saul to the cave. (56:2) Have mercy, upon me, O God, have mercy upon me: for my soul has trusted in thee: and in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, until the iniquity have passed away.
Psa 57:4(LXX 56:5) and he has delivered my soul from the midst of lions' whelps: I lay down to sleep, though troubled. As for the sons of men, their teeth are arms and missile weapons, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Psa 57:6(LXX 56:7) They have prepared snares for my feet, and have bowed down my soul: they have dug a pit before my face, and fallen into it themselves. Pause.