Psalm 55
Vers 1
God, listen to my urgent pleading,
in mercy my petition heeding;
do not ignore my supplications!
For troubled is my every thought;
I have no peace and am distraught,
worn out by all my tribulations.
Vers 2
The wicked constantly oppress me;
they with their taunts and stares distress me.
Their anger causes me to languish
in troubles and adversity.
Death’s terror has its grip on me;
my heart is filled with fear and anguish.
Vers 3
If I but like a dove were able
to spread my wings and flee all trouble,
so to find rest and be protected,
how quickly I would fly away
and in a far-off desert stay,
no more by raging storms afflicted.
Vers 4
Lord, treat the wicked without pity;
confuse their speech, for in the city
I witness riots and aggression.
There they let crime and vice abound
while on its walls they prowl around;
its public square teems with transgression.
Vers 5
If any foe would taunt and scorn me,
I could endure it. Let him spurn me.
It is not that an adversary
treats me with insolence and pride,
for then from him I still could hide
and I would be prepared and wary.
Vers 6
No, it is you who have betrayed me,
who with your malice have repaid me
for fellowship and sweet communion,
who walked with me when in God’s house
we sang our praise and paid our vows –
you, my best friend, my close companion!
Vers 7
May those who sin and evil cherish
meet sudden death and quickly perish,
alive into the grave descending.
I know that God will save me soon,
and I will evening, morning, noon
cry out to him, on him depending.
Vers 8
In battle he’ll redeem and shield me,
to my attackers never yield me.
My God, enthroned on high forever,
will come to strike them with his rod –
those men who have no fear of God,
who love their sin, repenting never.
Vers 9
My former friend is now a traitor,
a sleek-tongued covenant violator,
and all his talk is smooth as butter,
yet war is in his heart and mind;
his words are swords, though soft and kind.
Feigned is whatever he may utter.
Vers 10
Cast on the LORD the cares that grieve you;
he will sustain you, never leave you.
The righteous he upholds forever
but flings into the deepest pit
the man of blood, the hypocrite.
In you I trust, O God my Saviour!
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