Psalms 57:4
My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
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1`The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.
2Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.
12Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,
13They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.
14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
16And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.
17Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.
12His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
3He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached -- who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth.
5Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth Thine honour.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
10A bear lying in wait He `is' to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
6O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
10The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
11An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.
3For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.
2And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
3And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, `Thy salvation I `am'.'
10For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,
14O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,
20Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
12They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.
2Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many `are' fighting against me, O most High,
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.
9His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
3They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder `is' under their lips. Selah.
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
5The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
6For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth `are' the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
18He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.
2When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
5An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
2O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
3For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.
4Lo, God `is' a helper to me, The Lord `is' with those supporting my soul,
6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
2For the mouth of wickedness, and the mouth of deceit, Against me they have opened, They have spoken with me -- A tongue of falsehood, and words of hatred!
13From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
9And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.
10They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.