To the chief singer. ‘Do not destroy.’
A poem of Dawiḏ; when he fled from Sha’ul in the cave.

1 Show me favour, O Elohim, show me favour!
For in You my being is taking refuge;
And in the shadow of Your wings I take refuge,
Until destruction passes by.

2 I cry out to the Most High Elohim,
To Ĕl who does perfectly for me.

3 He sends from the shamayim and saves me;
He reproaches the one who would swallow me up. Selah.
Elohim sends forth His kindness and His truth.

4 My being is in the midst of lions;
I lie burning,
Sons of men whose teeth are spears and arrows,
And their tongue is a sharp sword.

5 Be exalted, O Elohim, above the shamayim;
Let Your esteem be above all the earth.

6 They have prepared a net for my footsteps;
My being was bowed down;
They have dug a pit before me;
They fell into the midst of it! Selah.

7 My heart is firm, O Elohim,
My heart is firm;
I sing and praise.

8 Awake, my esteem!
Awake, harp and lyre!
I awake the dawn.

9 I praise You among the peoples, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄;
I sing to You among the nations.

10 For Your kindness is great up to the shamayim,
And Your truth unto the clouds.

11 Be exalted above the shamayim, O Elohim;
Let Your esteem be above all the earth.