1Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave. 2Be 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. 3I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me. 4He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth. 5And 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. 6Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth. 7They 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. 8My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm. 9Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning. 10I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations. 11For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds. 12Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.