Psalm 55. Exaudi, Deus.
HEAR my prayer, O God, * and hide not thyself from my petition.
2 Take heed unto me, and hear me, * how I mourn in my prayer,
and am vexed;
3 The enemy crieth so, and the ungodly cometh on so fast; * for
they are minded to do me some mischief, so maliciously are they
set against me.
4 My heart is disquieted within me, * and the fear of death is
fallen upon me.
5 Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, * and an horrible
dread hath overwhelmed me.
6 And I said, O that I had wings like a dove! * for then would
I flee away, and be at rest.
7 Lo, then would I get me away far off, * and remain in the wilderness.
8 I would make haste to escape, * because of the stormy wind
and tempest.
9 Destroy their tongues, O Lord, and divide them; * for I have
spied unrighteousness and strife in the city.
10 Day and night they go about within the walls thereof: * mischief
also and sorrow are in the midst of it.
11 Wickedness is therein; * deceit and guile go not out of her
streets.
12 For it is not an open enemy that hath done me this dishonour;
* for then I could have borne it;
13 Neither was it mine adversary that did magnify himself against
me; * for then peradventure I would have hid myself from him;
14 But it was even thou, my companion, * my guide, and mine own
familiar friend.
15 We took sweet counsel together, * and walked in the house
of God as friends.
16 Let death come hastily upon them, and let them go down alive
into the pit; * for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among
them.
17 As for me, I will call upon God, * and the LORD shall save
me.
18 In the evening, and morning, and at noon-day will I pray,
and that instantly; * and he shall hear my voice.
19 It is he that hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle
that was against me; * for there were many that strove with me.
20 Yea, even God, that endureth for ever, shall hear me, and
bring them down; * for they will not turn, nor fear God.
21 He laid his hands upon such as be at peace with him, * and
he brake his covenant.
22 The words of his mouth were softer than butter, having war
in his heart; * his words were smoother than oil, and yet be
they very swords.
23 O cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall nourish thee,
* and shall not suffer the righteous to fall for ever.
24 And as for them, * thou, O God, shalt bring them into the
pit of destruction.
25 The blood-thirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half
their days: * nevertheless, my trust shall be in thee, O Lord.
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