| 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. |
| 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. |
|
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: |
|
13 | But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine
acquaintance. |
| 14 | We took
sweet counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in company. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
