Psalm 55

¹Give ear to my prayer, O God;

and hide not thyself from my supplication!

²Attend to me, and answer me;

I am overcome by my trouble.

I am distraught ³by 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.

⁴My heart is in anguish within me,

the terrors of death have fallen upon me.

⁵Fear and trembling come upon me,

and horror overwhelms me.

⁶And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove!

I would fly away and be at rest;

⁷yea, I would wander afar,

I would lodge in the wilderness,   Selah

⁸I would haste to find me a shelter

from the raging wind and tempest.”

⁹Destroy their plans, O Lord, confuse their tongues;

for I see violence and strife in the city.

¹⁰Day and night they go around it

on its walls;

and mischief and trouble are within it,

¹¹ruin is in its midst;

oppression and fraud

do not depart from its market place.

¹²It 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.

¹³But it is you, my equal,

my companion, my familiar friend.

¹⁴We used to hold sweet converse together;

within God’s house we walked in fellowship.

¹⁵Let death come upon them;

let them go down to Sheol alive;

let them go away in terror into their graves.

¹⁶But I call upon God;

and the Lord will save me.

¹⁷Evening and morning and at noon

I utter my complaint and moan,

and he will hear my voice.

¹⁸He will deliver my soul in safety

from the battle that I wage,

for many are arrayed against me.

¹⁹God will give ear, and humble them,

he who is enthroned from of old;

because they keep no law,

and do not fear God.   Selah

²⁰My companion stretched out his hand against his friends,

he violated his covenant.

²¹His speech was smoother than butter,

yet war was in his heart;

his words were softer than oil,

yet they were drawn swords.

²²Cast your burden on the Lord,

and he will sustain you;

he will never permit

the righteous to be moved.

²³But 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.