Psalm 55




1 To the overseer upon the stringed instrument, instruction to David. Give ear O God, to my prayer; thou wilt not hide thyself from my supplication.
2 Attend to me and answer me; I shall flow down and make a noise in my complaint
3 From the voice of the enemy, from the face of the oppression of the unjust one: for they will bring down vanity upon me, for in anger they will lie in wait for me.
4 My heart will be pained within me, and the terrors of death fell upon me.
5 Fear and trembling will come upon me, and horror will cover me.
6 And saying, Who will give me the wing-feather as a dove? I will fly away and settle down.
7 Behold, I will move far off; fleeing away I will lodge in the desert. Silence.
8 I will hasten escape to me from the rushing wind, from the storm.
9 Swallow up, O Jehovah, divide their tongue: for I saw violence and strife in the city.
10 Day and night they will surround it upon its walls: and vanity and trouble in her midst
11 Mischief in her midst: oppression and deceit will not depart from her wide place.
12 For not the enemy will reproach me, and I will bear: not he hating me magnified against me; and I will hide from him.
13 And thou a man according to my estimation, my friend and my acquaintance.
14 Who together made sweet the intercourse, we will go into the house of God with the multitude.
15 Death shall lay waste upon them; they shall go down living to hades, for evils in their sojournings in the midst of them.
16 I will call upon God, and Jehovah will save me:
17 Evening and morning and noon I will meditate and make a noise, and he will hear my voice.
18 He redeemed my soul in peace from the encounter against me: for with many they were with me.
19 God will hear and he will humble them, and he dwelt of old. Silence. With whom no changes to them and they feared not God.
20 He stretched forth his hand in his recompenses: he profaned his covenant
21 They were divided from the wrath of his mouth, and his heart drew near: his words were soft above oil, and they drawn swords.
22 Cast thy giving upon Jehovah and he will sustain thee: he will not give forever a wavering to the just one.
23 And thou, O God, wilt bring them down to the well of destruction: men of bloods and deceit shall not halve their days; and I will trust in thee.