Psalms 55:1-17 ▼

1 For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. Listen to my prayer, O God, and do not ignore my plea.

2 Attend to me and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and distraught

3 at the voice of the enemy, at the pressure of the wicked. For they bring down disaster upon me and resent me in their anger.

4 My heart pounds within me, and the terrors of death assail me.

5 Fear and trembling grip me, and horror has overwhelmed me.

6 I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.

7 How far away I would flee! In the wilderness I would remain. Selah

8 I would hurry to my shelter, far from this raging tempest.”

9 O Lord, confuse and confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.

10 Day and night they encircle the walls, while malice and trouble lie within.

11 Destruction is within; oppression and deceit never leave the streets.

12 For it is not an enemy who insults me; that I could endure. It is not a foe who rises against me; from him I could hide.

13 But it is you, a man like myself, my companion and close friend.

14 We shared sweet fellowship together; we walked with the crowd into the house of God.

15 Let death seize them by surprise; let them go down to Sheol alive, for evil is with them in their homes.

16 But I call to God, and the LORD saves me.

17 Morning, noon, and night, I cry out in distress, and He hears my voice.