Psalms 55:1-9

¹To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments: an instruction. Of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.

²Attend unto me, and answer me: I wander about in my plaint, and I moan aloud,

³Because of the voice of the enemy; because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in anger they persecute me.

⁴My heart is writhing within me, and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

⁵Fear and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.

⁶And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away, and be at rest;

⁷Behold, I would flee afar off, I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah;

⁸I would hasten my escape from the stormy wind, from the tempest.

⁹Swallow them up, Lord; divide their tongue: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.