Psalm 055

1    Lord, hear my pray’r, hide not thyself

          from my entreating voice:

2    Attend and hear me; in my plaint

          I mourn and make a noise.

3    Because of th’ en’my’s voice, and for

          lewd men’s oppression great:

     On me they cast iniquity,

          and they in wrath me hate.

4    Sore pain’d within me is my heart:

          death’s terrors on me fall.

5    On me comes trembling, fear and dread

          o’erwhelmed me withal.

6    O that I, like a dove, had wings,

          said I, then would I flee

     Far hence, that I might find a place

          where I in rest might be.

7    Lo, then far off I wander would,

          and in the desert stay;

8    From windy storm and tempest I

          would haste to ‘scape away.

9    O Lord, on them destruction bring,

          and do their tongues divide;

     For in the city violence

          and strife I have espy’d.

10   They day and night upon the walls

          do go about it round:

     There mischief is, and sorrow there

          in midst of it is found.

11   Abundant wickedness there is

          within her inward part;

     And from her streets deceitfulness

          and guile do not depart.

12   He was no foe that me reproach’d,

          then that endure I could;

     Nor hater that did ‘gainst me boast,

          from him me hide I would.

13   But thou, man, who mine equal, guide,

          and mine acquaintance wast:

14   We join’d sweet counsels, to God’s house

          in company we past.

15   Let death upon them seize, and down

          let them go quick to hell;

     For wickedness doth much abound

          among them where they dwell.

16   I’ll call on God: God will me save.

17        I’ll pray, and make a noise

     At ev’ning, morning, and at noon;

          and he shall hear my voice.

18   He hath my soul delivered,

          that it in peace might be

     From battle that against me was;

          for many were with me.

19   The Lord shall hear, and them afflict,

          of old who hath abode:

     Because they never changes have,

          therefore they fear not God.

20  ‘Gainst those that were at peace with him

          he hath put forth his hand:

     The covenant that he had made,

          by breaking he profan’d.

21   More smooth than butter were his words,

          while in his heart was war;

     His speeches were more soft than oil,

          and yet drawn swords they are.

22   Cast thou thy burden on the Lord,

          and he shall thee sustain;

     Yea, he shall cause the righteous man

          unmoved to remain.

23   But thou, O Lord my God, those men

          in justice shalt o’erthrow,

     And in destruction’s dungeon dark

          at last shalt lay them low:

     The bloody and deceitful men

          shall not live half their days:

     But upon thee with confidence

          I will depend always.