Psalms 55:1-17

1For the music director, on stringed instruments, a contemplative song of David.

2Give ear, O God, to my prayer and do not ignore my plea for help.

3Listen to me and answer me. I am restless in my complaint and moan—

4because of the voice of the enemy, because of the pressure of the wicked. For they thrust trouble on me, and in anger bear a grudge against me.

5My heart shudders within me and the terrors of death sweep over me.

6Fear and trembling come upon me and horror has overwhelmed me.

7So I said, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.

8Surely I would flee far away. I would stay in the wilderness. Selah

9I would hurry to my shelter from the rushing wind of the storm.”

10Lord, confuse and confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.

11Day and night they make the rounds on her walls. Iniquity and mischief are within her.

12Ruins are in her midst. Oppression and deceit never leave her square.

13For if it were an enemy taunting me, I could endure it. If my foe was exalting himself over me, I could hide from him.

14But it is you, a man like me— my companion and my close friend!

15Together we enjoyed great fellowship. We used to walk with the throng in the House of God.

16Let desolation come upon them, let them go down alive into Sheol— for evil is in their dwelling, among them.

17As for me, I will call on God, and Adonai will save me.