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Psalm 56

1 Dauid being broght to Achiſh the King of Gath, 1. Sam. 21.12. complaineth of his enemies, demandeth ſuccour. 3 Putteth his truſt in God & in his promiſes. 12 And promiſeth to performe his vowes which he had taken vpō him, whereof this was the effect to praiſe God in his Church.
¶ To him that excelleth. A Pſalme of Dauid on Michtám, cōcerning the dummé dooue in a farre countrei, when the Philiſtims toke him in Gath.
1.BE merciful vnto me, ô God, for mā wolde ſwallow me vp: he fighteth cōtinually and vexeth me.
2.Mine enemies wolde daiely ſwallow me vp: for manie fight againſt me, ô thou moſte High.
3.When I was afraid, I truſted in thee.
4.I wil reioyce in God, becauſe of his worde, I truſt in God, & wil not feare what fleſh can do vnto me.
5.Mine owne wordes grieue me daily: all their thoghts are agaīſt me to do me hurt.
6.They gather together, and kepe them ſelues cloſe: thei marke my ſteppes, becauſe they waite for my ſoule.
7.They thinke they ſhal eſcape by iniquitie: ô God, caſt theſe people downe in thine angre.
8.Thou haſt counted my wandrings: put my teares into thy bottel: are they not in thy regiſtre?
9.When I crye, then mine enemies ſhal turne backe: this I know, for God is with me.
10.I wil reioyce in God becauſe of his worde: in the Lord wil I reioyce becauſe of his worde.
11.In God do I truſt: I wil not be afraid what man can do vnto me.
12.Thy vowes are vpon me, ô God: I wil rendre praiſes vnto thee.
13.For thou haſt deliuered my ſoule from death, and alſo my fete from falling, that I maye walke before God in the light of the liuing.

Notes

1:a.
Being chaſed by the furie of his enemies into a ſtrāge countrie, he was as a dūme dooue, not ſeking reuengeance
1:b.
He ſheweth that it is ether now time, or neuer, yt God helpe him: for all ye worlde as againſt him & readie to deuoure him
4:c.
He ſtayeth his conſcience vpō Gods promes, thogh he ſe not preſent helpe
5:d.
All my couſels haue euil ſucceſſe & turne to mine owne ſorowe
6:e.
As all the worlde agaīſt one man, & can not be ſaciat, except they haue my life
7:f.
They thinke not onely to eſcape puniſhmēt, but yt more wicked thei are, the moie impudent they waxe
8:g.
If God kepe the teares of his Saints in ſtore, muche more wil he remēber their blood to auēge it: & thogh tyrants burne the bones, yet can they not blot the teares & blood out of Gods regiſtre.
12:h.
Hauīg receiued yt which I required, I am bounde to paye my vowes of thakeſgiuing, as I promiſed
13:i.
As mindful of his great mercies, & giuing him thakes for ye ſame
13:k.
That is, in this life and light of the ſunne.