Psalms 55

¹ Do give ear, O Elohim, to my prayer, And do not obscure Yourself from my supplication. ² Do attend to me and answer me; I am pressed down by my concern. ³ And I am discomfited by the voice of the enemy, Because of the pressure of the wicked. For they are slipping lawlessness upon me And are assailing me in anger. ⁴ My heart, it is travailing within me, And dreadings of death have fallen upon me. ⁵ Fear and quivering come over me, And shuddering covers me. ⁶ I said, O that I had pinions like a dove; I would fly away and tabernacle in serenity. ⁷ Behold, I would bolt away afar; I would lodge in the wilderness. ⁸ I would hurry to a place of deliverance for me, Away from the gusting wind and from the tempest. ⁹ Do away with them, O Yahweh; befuddle their tongue, For I see Violence and Contention in the city. ¹⁰ By day and night they go round about it on its walls, And Lawlessness and Misery are within it. ¹¹ Woes are within it, And Fraud and Deceit do not remove from its square. ¹² For it is not an enemy who is reproaching me; Then I could bear it; It is not one hating me who magnifies himself against me; Then I could conceal myself from him; ¹³ But it is you, a mortal of my own rank, My mentor and my close acquaintance. ¹⁴ We who together made sweet deliberation, We walked with the foregathering crowd in the House of Elohim. ¹⁵ May death lure them away; May they descend to the unseen alive, For evils are among them in their sojourning. ¹⁶ As for me, I am calling to Elohim, And Yahweh, He is saving me. ¹⁷ Evening, morning and noon I importune and clamor, And He hears my voice. ¹⁸ He ransoms my soul in peace from the attack against me, Though many have come to be against me. ¹⁹ El shall hear, and He shall answer them, The Dweller from aforetime, He in Whom there are no changes; Yet they do not fear Elohim. ²⁰ He has put forth his hands against those at peace with him; He has profaned his own covenant. ²¹ Words from his mouth are slicker than clotted cream, Yet an attack is planned in his heart; His words are more soothing than oil, Yet they are unloosed swords! ²² Fling your granted burden on Yahweh, And He Himself shall sustain you; He shall not allow the righteous to slip for the eon. ²³ And You, O Elohim, You shall bring them down to the well of ruin, These mortals of bloodshed and deceit, Who shall not live half their days; As for me, I am trusting in You.