Psalm 55 Revised Standard Version

A Prayer for the Destruction of the Deceitful

55 1  To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication! 2  Attend to me, and answer me; I am overcome by my trouble. I am distraught 3  by the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring trouble upon me, and in anger they cherish enmity against me. 4  My heart is in anguish within me, the terrors of death have fallen upon me. 5  Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror overwhelms me. 6  And I say, "O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest; 7  yea, I would wander afar, I would lodge in the wilderness, [Selah] 8  I would haste to find me a shelter from the raging wind and tempest."

9  Destroy their plans, O Lord, confuse their tongues; for I see violence and strife in the city. 10  Day and night they go around it on its walls; and mischief and trouble are within it, 11  ruin is in its midst; oppression and fraud do not depart from its market place. 12  It is not an enemy who taunts me--then I could bear it; it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me--then I could hide from him. 13  But it is you, my equal, my companion, my familiar friend. 14  We used to hold sweet converse together; within God's house we walked in fellowship. 15  Let death come upon them; let them go down to Sheol alive; let them go away in terror into their graves.

16  But I call upon God; and the Lord will save me. 17  Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he will hear my voice. 18  He will deliver my soul in safety from the battle that I wage, for many are arrayed against me. 19  God will give ear, and humble them, he who is enthroned from of old; because they keep no law, and do not fear God. [Selah] 20  My companion stretched out his hand against his friends, he violated his covenant. 21  His speech was smoother than butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords. 22  Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved. 23  But thou, O God, wilt cast them down into the lowest pit; men of blood and treachery shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in thee.

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