3 He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached -- who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth.
To the Overseer. -- `On the Dumb Dove far off.' -- A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines' taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me, Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many `are' fighting against me, O most High,
In mine adversity I call Jehovah, And unto my God I cry. He heareth from His temple my voice, And My cry before Him cometh into His ears. And shake and tremble doth the earth, And foundations of hills are troubled, And they shake -- because He hath wrath. Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it. And He inclineth the heavens, and cometh down, And thick darkness `is' under His feet. And He rideth on a cherub, and doth fly, And He flieth on wings of wind. He maketh darkness His secret place, Round about Him His tabernacle, Darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies. From the brightness over-against Him His thick clouds have passed on, Hail and coals of fire. And thunder in the heavens doth Jehovah, And the Most High giveth forth His voice, Hail and coals of fire. And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them. And seen are the streams of waters, And revealed are foundations of the earth. From Thy rebuke, O Jehovah, From the breath of the spirit of Thine anger. He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters. He delivereth me from my strong enemy, And from those hating me, For they have been stronger than I. They go before me in a day of my calamity And Jehovah is for a support to me. And He bringeth me forth to a large place, He draweth me out, because He delighted in me. Jehovah doth recompense me According to my righteousness, According to the cleanness of my hands, He doth return to me. For I have kept the ways of Jehovah, And have not done wickedly against my God. For all His judgments `are' before me, And His statutes I turn not from me. And I am perfect with him, And I keep myself from mine iniquity. And Jehovah doth return to me, According to my righteousness, According to the cleanness of my hands, Over-against his eyes. With the kind Thou showest Thyself kind, With a perfect man showest Thyself perfect. With the pure Thou showest Thyself pure, And with the perverse showest Thyself a wrestler, For Thou a poor people savest, And the eyes of the high causest to fall. For Thou -- Thou lightest my lamp, Jehovah my God enlighteneth my darkness. For by Thee I run -- a troop! And by my God I leap a wall. God! perfect `is' His way, The saying of Jehovah is tried, A shield `is' He to all those trusting in Him. For who `is' God besides Jehovah? And who `is' a rock save our God? God! who is girding me `with' strength, And He maketh perfect my way. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand. Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms. And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great. Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden. I pursue mine enemies, and overtake them, And turn back not till they are consumed. I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet, And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me. As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off. They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them. And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out. Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of the people, Thou placest me for a head of nations, A people I have not known do serve me. At the hearing of the ear they hearken to me, Sons of a stranger feign obedience to me, Sons of a stranger fade away, And are slain out of their close places. Jehovah liveth -- and blessed `is' my rock, And exalted is the God of my salvation. God -- who is giving vengeance to me, And He subdueth peoples under me, My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me. Therefore I confess Thee among nations, O Jehovah, And to Thy name I sing praise, Magnifying the salvation of His king, And doing kindness to His anointed, To David, and to his seed -- unto the age!
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke. Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them, Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Ye who are hating good, and loving evil, Taking violently their skin from off them, And their flesh from off their bones, And who have eaten the flesh of My people, And their skin from off them have stript, And their bones they have broken, And they have spread `them' out as in a pot, And as flesh in the midst of a caldron.
and lo, there came a great earthquake, for a messenger of the Lord, having come down out of heaven, having come, did roll away the stone from the door, and was sitting upon it, and his countenance was as lightning, and his clothing white as snow, and from the fear of him did the keepers shake, and they became as dead men. And the messenger answering said to the women, `Fear not ye, for I have known that Jesus, who hath been crucified, ye seek; he is not here, for he rose, as he said; come, see the place where the Lord was lying;
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Commentary on Psalms 57 Matthew Henry Commentary
Psalm 57
This psalm is very much like that which goes next before it; it was penned upon a like occasion, when David was both in danger of trouble and in temptation to sin; it begins as that did, "Be merciful to me;' the method also is the same.
So that hence we may take direction and encouragement, both in our supplications and in our thanksgivings, and may offer both to God, in singing this psalm.
To the chief musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.
Psa 57:1-6
The title of this psalm has one word new in it, Al-taschith-Destroy not. Some make it to be only some known tune to which this psalm was set; others apply it to the occasion and matter of the psalm. Destroy not; that is, David would not let Saul be destroyed, when now in the cave there was a fair opportunity of killing him, and his servants would fain have done so. No, says David, destroy him not, 1 Sa. 24:4, 6. Or, rather, God would not let David be destroyed by Saul; he suffered him to persecute David, but still under this limitation, Destroy him hot; as he permitted Satan to afflict Job, Only save his life. David must not be destroyed, for a blessing is in him (Isa. 65:8), even Christ, the best of blessings. When David was in the cave, in imminent peril, he here tells us what were the workings of his heart towards God; and happy are those that have such good thoughts as these in their minds when they are in danger!
Psa 57:7-11
How strangely is the tune altered here! David's prayers and complaints, by the lively actings of faith, are here, all of a sudden, turned into praises and thanksgivings; his sackcloth is loosed, he is girded with gladness, and his hallelujahs are as fervent as his hosannas. This should make us in love with prayer, that, sooner or later, it will be swallowed up in praise. Observe,