Psalm 57:11

New American Bible - revised edition

For your mercy towers to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies.

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I must lie down in the midst of lions hungry for human prey. Their teeth are spears and arrows; their tongue, a sharpened sword.

For the leader; “upon the gittith.” A psalm of David.

The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, and whatever swims the paths of the seas.

How great is your goodness, Lord, stored up for those who fear you. You display it for those who trust you, in the sight of the children of Adam.

But I shall sing of your strength, extol your mercy at dawn, For you are my fortress, my refuge in time of trouble.