Psalm 55

¹To the Overseer with stringed instruments. — An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, [to] my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.

²Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,

³Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.

⁴My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.

⁵Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.

⁶And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,

⁷Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.

⁸I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.

⁹Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.

¹⁰By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,

¹¹Mischiefs [are] in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.

¹²For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear [it], He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.

¹³But thou, a man — as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.

¹⁴When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.