Psalms 55:3-18

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.

¹⁵Desolations are upon them, They go down to Sheol — alive, For wickedness is in their dwelling, in their midst.

¹⁶I — to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me.

¹⁷Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,

¹⁸He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.