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55:1 To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of David to give instruction. Heare my prayer, O God, and hide not thy selfe from my supplication.
55:2 Hearken vnto me, and answere me: I mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse,
55:3 For the voyce of the enemie, and for the vexation of ye wicked, because they haue brought iniquitie vpon me, and furiously hate me.
55:4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
55:5 Feare and trembling are come vpon mee, and an horrible feare hath couered me.
55:6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a doue: then would I flie away and rest.
55:7 Beholde, I woulde take my flight farre off, and lodge in the wildernes. Selah.
55:8 Hee would make haste for my deliuerance from the stormie winde and tempest.
55:9 Destroy, O Lord, and deuide their tongues: for I haue seene crueltie and strife in the citie.
55:10 Day and night they goe about it vpon the walles thereof: both iniquitie and mischiefe are in the middes of it.
55:11 Wickednes is in the middes thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streetes.
55:12 Surely mine enemie did not defame mee: for I could haue borne it: neither did mine aduersarie exalt himselfe against mee: for I would haue hid me from him.
55:13 But it was thou, O man, euen my companion, my guide and my familiar:
55:14 Which delited in consulting together, and went into the House of God as companions.
55:15 Let death sense vpon them: let them goe downe quicke into the graue: for wickednes is in their dwellings, euen in the middes of them.
55:16 But I will call vnto God, and the Lord will saue me.
55:17 Euening and morning, and at noone will I pray, and make a noyse, and he wil heare my voice.
55:18 He hath deliuered my soule in peace from the battel, that was against me: for many were with me.
55:19 God shall heare and afflict them, euen hee that reigneth of olde, Selah. because they haue no changes, therefore they feare not God.
55:20 Hee layed his hande vpon such, as be at peace with him, and he brake his couenant.
55:21 The wordes of his mouth were softer then butter, yet warre was in his heart: his words were more gentle then oyle, yet they were swordes.
55:22 Cast thy burden vpon the Lord, and hee shall nourish thee: he wil not suffer the righteous to fall for euer.
55:23 And thou, O God, shalt bring them downe into the pitte of corruption: the bloudie, and deceitfull men shall not liue halfe their dayes: but I will trust in thee.