Psalm 55

From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650

Meter: 8,6,8,6

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.

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