Psalm 59
Vers 1
God, from my enemies protect me,
from those who rise up to afflict me.
Come to deliver me again
and save me from bloodthirsty men.
They lie in wait and will not spare me;
fierce men are plotting to ensnare me.
Yet for no sin of mine or fault
are they preparing their assault.
Vers 2
LORD God Almighty, rise to save me
and do not let my foes enslave me.
You are the God of Israel,
our stronghold and our citadel.
Come, rouse yourself and judge the nations
who taunt you with their provocations.
Spare none of those who treacherously
plot evil and iniquity.
Vers 3
Like packs of savage dogs that howling
through all the city streets are prowling,
my enemies each night return
to taunt me with their bitter scorn.
Their tongues are swords, their mouths are spewing
the venom of their evildoing,
for, “Who can hear all this?” they say
and boldly go their haughty way.
Vers 4
But, LORD, you laugh at all those nations
and mock their wicked aspirations.
O God my Strength, for you I long;
you are my fortress, firm and strong.
My loving God will come to meet me
and with his promised help will greet me,
soon letting me in triumph see
the downfall of my enemy.
Vers 5
Do not yet kill those who reject you,
or else my people will forget you.
O God of might and great renown,
come, scatter them and bring them down.
Let them be humbled, crushed and broken,
for all the sins their mouths have spoken.
Let those who on deceit relied
be caught and trapped in their own pride.
Vers 6
For all their lying and their cursing
and for the hatred they are nursing,
O God, consume them, I implore,
consume them till they are no more.
Show them your anger, let them cower
before your justice and your power.
Then it will everywhere be known
that God rules Jacob, he alone.
Vers 7
Each evening they, like dogs that howling
through street and marketplace are prowling,
come back and look about for prey
as here and there they roam and stray.
Their ravenous hunger knows no pity,
and scavenging throughout the city,
they bark and bellow, loud and shrill,
and growl unless they get their fill.
Vers 8
You will at daybreak hear me singing,
to you, O God, my praises bringing,
for I will glory in your might
and in your steadfast love delight.
You are my strength, my rock and tower,
my refuge in the darkest hour.
Your praise I sing and shout abroad,
O mighty Fortress, loving God!
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