Ps 55
1
Give ear, O God, to my prayer; and hide not Thyself from my supplication.
2
Attend unto me, and hear me; I am distraught in my complaint, and will moan;
3
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they
cast mischief upon me, and in anger they persecute me.
4
My heart doth writhe within me; and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5
Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
6
And I said: 'Oh that I had wings like a dove! then would I fly away, and be at rest.
7
Lo, then would I wander far off, I would lodge in the wilderness. Selah
8
I would haste me to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.'
9
Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongue; for I have seen violence and strife in the
city.
10
Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof; iniquity also and mischief
are in the midst of it.
11
Wickedness is in the midst thereof; oppression and guile depart not from her broad
place.
12
For it was not an enemy that taunted me, then I could have borne it; neither was it
mine adversary that did magnify himself against me, then I would have hid myself from
him.
13
But it was thou, a man mine equal, my companion, and my familiar friend;
14
We took sweet counsel together, in the house of God we walked with the throng.
15
May He incite death against them, let them go down alive into the nether-world; for
evil is in their dwelling, and within them.
16
As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me.
17
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I complain, and moan; and He hath heard my
voice.
18
He hath redeemed my soul in peace so that none came nigh me; for they were many that
strove with me.
19
God shall hear, and humble them, even He that is enthroned of old, Selah , such
as have no changes, and fear not God.
20
He hath put forth his hands against them that were at peace with him; he hath profaned
his covenant.
21
Smoother than cream were the speeches of his mouth, but his heart was war; his words
were softer than oil, yet were they keen-edged swords.
22
Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and He will sustain thee; He will never suffer the
righteous to be moved.
23
But Thou, O God, wilt bring them down into the nethermost pit; men of blood and deceit
shall not live out half their days; but as for me, I will trust in Thee.