Psalms 55:1-12

¹For the chief musician; on stringed instruments. A maschil of David. Give ear to my prayer, God; and do not hide yourself from my plea.

²Pay attention to me and answer me; I have no rest in my troubles

³because of the voice of my enemies, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they bring trouble on me and persecute me in anger.

⁴My heart trembles within me, and the terrors of death have fallen on me.

⁵Fearfulness and trembling have come on me, and horror has overwhelmed me.

⁶I said, “Oh, if only I had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away and be at rest.

⁷See, then I would wander far away; I would stay in the wilderness. Selah

⁸I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.”

⁹Devour them, Lord, confuse their language! For I have seen violence and strife in the city.

¹⁰Day and night they go about on its walls; iniquity and mischief are in the middle of it.

¹¹Wickedness is in the middle of it; oppression and deceit do not leave its streets.

¹²For it was not an enemy who rebuked me, then I could have borne it; neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him.