Psalm 55

Psalm 55

To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments: an instruction. Of David.

Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication. Attend unto me, and answer me: I wander about in my plaint, and I moan aloud, Because of the voice of the enemy; because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in anger they persecute me. My heart is writhing within me, and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fear and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me. And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away, and be at rest; Behold, I would flee afar off, I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah; I would hasten my escape from the stormy wind, from the tempest.

⁹Swallow them up, Lord; divide their tongue: for I have seen violence and strife in the city. ¹⁰Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof; and iniquity and mischief are in the midst of it. ¹¹Perversities are in the midst thereof; and oppression and deceit depart not from its streets. ¹²For it is not an enemy that hath reproached me—then could I have borne it; neither is it he that hateth me that hath magnified himself against me—then would I have hidden myself from him; ¹³But it was thou, a man mine equal, mine intimate, my familiar friend. … ¹⁴We who held sweet intercourse together. To the house of God we walked amid the throng. ¹⁵Let death seize upon them, let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is in their dwellings, in their midst.

¹⁶As for me, unto God will I call; and Jehovah will save me. ¹⁷Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray and moan aloud; and he will hear my voice. ¹⁸He hath redeemed my soul in peace from the battle against me: for there were many about me. ¹⁹•God will hear, and afflict them: he that is seated of old, (Selah) …because there is no change in them, and they fear not God. ²⁰He hath put forth his hands against such as are at peace with him; he hath profaned his covenant. ²¹Smooth were the milky words of his mouth, but his heart was war; his words were softer than oil, yet are they drawn swords. ²²Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee: he will never suffer the righteous to be moved. ²³And thou, O God, wilt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days. But as for me, I will confide in thee.