Psalms 55:1-17 ▼

1 For the one directing. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. Turn your ear, O God, to my prayer, and do not hide Yourself from my supplication.

2 Be attentive to me, and answer me; for I am restless in my complaint, and make a noise,

3 from the voice of the enemy, from the face of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring down trouble upon me, and in anger they hate me.

4 My heart is writhing within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.

5 Fear and trembling have come upon me, and shuddering has covered me.

6 And I said, “Who shall give to me a wing like a dove, that I might fly away and be at rest—

7 behold, I would go far off wandering and would lodge in the wilderness. Selah

8 I would hurry to shelter for myself, from the rushing wind, from the tempest.”

9 Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongues! For I have seen violence and strife in the city.

10 Day and night they go around it, on its walls, and iniquity and trouble are within it.

11 Disasters are within it, and oppression and deceit do not depart from its streets.

12 For it is not an enemy who scorns me, or I could bear it; and not one hating me who wielded power against me, or I could hide myself from him.

13 And it was you, a man like me in rank, my companion, and one known by me,

14 with whom we would take sweet counsel together; in the house of God we walked with the throng.

15 Devastation is upon them! May they go down alive to Sheol! For evils are in their dwellings, within them.

16 I will call to God, and YHWH will save me.

17 Evening and morning and noon I meditate and cry aloud, and He hears my voice.