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Chapter 55 |
| 1 | Give ear to my
prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication. |
| 2 | Attend
unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise; |
| 3 |
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for
they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me. |
| 4 | My heart is
sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me. |
| 5 |
Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed
me. |
| 6 |
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly
away, and be at rest. |
| 7 | Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain
in the wilderness. Selah. |
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8 | I would hasten my escape from the windy
storm and tempest. |
| 9 | Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues:
for I have seen violence and strife in the city. |
| 10 | Day and
night they go about it upon the walls thereof: mischief also and sorrow are in
the midst of it. |
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11 | Wickedness is in the midst thereof: deceit and
guile depart not from her streets. |
| 12 | For it was not an enemy that
reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that
did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
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| 13 | But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine
acquaintance. |
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14 | We took sweet counsel together, and walked unto the
house of God in company. |
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15 | Let death seize upon them, and let
them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among
them. |
| 16 |
As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save
me. |
| 17 |
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud:
and he shall hear my voice. |
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18 | He hath delivered my soul in peace
from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me. |
| 19 |
God shall hear, and afflict them, even he that abideth of old. Selah. Because
they have no changes, therefore they fear not God. |
| 20 | He hath put
forth his hands against such as be at peace with him: he hath broken his
covenant. |
| 21
| The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war
was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn
swords. |
| 22
| Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee:
he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. |
| 23 | But thou, O
God, shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful
men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in thee. |
