PS 55:1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments. -- An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, `to' my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.
PS 55:2 Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
PS 55:3 Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
PS 55:4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
PS 55:5 Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
PS 55:6 And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
PS 55:7 Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
PS 55:8 I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
PS 55:9 Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
PS 55:10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness `are' in its midst,
PS 55:11 Mischiefs `are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
PS 55:12 For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear `it', He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.
PS 55:13 But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.
PS 55:14 When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.
PS 55:15 Desolations `are' upon them, They go down `to' Sheol -- alive, For wickedness `is' in their dwelling, in their midst.
PS 55:16 I -- to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me.
PS 55:17 Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
PS 55:18 He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.
PS 55:19 God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, and fear not God,
PS 55:20 He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
PS 55:21 Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart `is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they `are' drawn `swords'.
PS 55:22 Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous.
PS 55:23 And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!