Psalm 55:1-11
Psalm 55
For the director of music. A maskil of David to be played on stringed instruments.
God, listen to my prayer.
Pay attention to my cry for help.
Hear me and answer me.
My thoughts upset me. I’m very troubled.
I’m troubled by what my enemies say about me.
I’m upset because they say they will harm me.
They cause me all kinds of suffering.
When they are angry, they attack me with their words.
I feel great pain deep down inside me.
The terrors of death have fallen on me.
Fear and trembling have taken hold of me.
Panic has overpowered me.
I said, “I wish I had wings like a dove!
Then I would fly away and be at rest.
I would escape to a place far away.
I would stay out in the desert.
I would hurry to my place of safety.
It would be far away from the winds and storms I’m facing.”
Lord, confuse the sinners and keep them from understanding one another.
I see people destroying things and fighting in the city.
Day and night they prowl around on top of its walls.
The city is full of crime and trouble.
Forces that destroy are at work inside it.
Its streets are full of people who cheat others and take advantage of them.
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