55:1 To
the
chiefe
musician
on
Neginoth,
Maschil.
A
Psalme
of
Dauid.
Giue
eare
to
my
prayer,
O
God:
and
hide
not
thy
selfe
from
my
supplication.
55:2 Attend
vnto
me,
and
heare
me:
I
mourne
in
my
complaint,
and
make
a
noise.
55:3 Because
of
the
voyce
of
the
enemie,
because
of
the
oppression
of
the
wicked:
for
they
cast
iniquitie
vpon
me,
and
in
wrath
they
hate
me.
55:4 My
heart
is
sore
pained
within
me:
and
the
terrours
of
death
are
fallen
vpon
me.
55:5 Fearefulnesse
and
trembling
are
come
vpon
me,
and
horrour
hath
ouerwhelmed
me.
55:6 And
I
said,
O
that
I
had
wings
like
a
doue;
for
then
would
I
flee
away
and
be
at
rest.
55:7 Loe,
then
would
I
wander
farre
off,
and
remaine
in
the
wildernesse.
Selah.
55:8 I
would
hasten
my
escape
from
the
windie
storme,
and
tempest.
55:9 Destroy,
O
Lord,
and
diuide
their
tongues:
for
I
haue
seene
violence
and
strife
in
the
citie.
55:10 Day
and
night
they
goe
about
it
vpon
the
walles
thereof:
mischiefe
also
and
sorrow
are
in
the
midst
of
it.
55:11 Wickednesse
is
in
the
midst
thereof:
deceite
and
guile
depart
not
from
her
streets.
55:12 For
it
was
not
an
enemie
that
reproached
me,
then
I
could
haue
borne
it,
neither
was
it
hee
that
hated
me,
that
did
magnifie
himselfe
against
me,
then
I
would
haue
hid
my
selfe
from
him.
55:13 But
it
was
thou,
a
man,
mine
equal,
my
guide,
and
mine
acquaintance.
55:14 Wee
tooke
sweet
counsell
together,
and
walked
vnto
the
house
of
God
in
companie.
55:15 Let
death
seaze
vpon
them,
and
let
them
goe
downe
quicke
into
hell:
for
wickednes
is
in
their
dwellings,
and
among
them.
55:16 As
for
me,
I
will
call
vpon
God:
and
the
Lord
shall
saue
me.
55:17 Euening
and
morning,
and
at
noone
will
I
pray,
and
crie
aloud:
and
he
shall
heare
my
voyce.
55:18 He
hath
deliuered
my
soule
in
peace
from
the
battell
that
was
against
me:
for
there
were
many
with
me.
55:19 God
shall
heare
and
afflict
them,
euen
he
that
abideth
of
old,
Selah:
because
they
haue
no
changes,
therefore
they
feare
not
God.
55:20 He
hath
put
foorth
his
handes
against
such
as
be
at
peace
with
him:
he
hath
broken
his
couenant.
55:21 The
words
of
his
mouth
were
smoother
then
butter,
but
warre
was
in
his
heart:
his
words
were
softer
then
oyle,
yet
were
they
drawen
swords.
55:22 Cast
thy
burden
vpon
the
Lord,
and
he
shall
sustaine
thee:
hee
shall
neuer
suffer
the
righteous
to
bee
moued.
55:23 But
thou,
O
God,
shalt
bring
them
downe
into
the
pit
of
destruction:
Bloody
and
deceitfull
men
shall
not
liue
out
halfe
their
dayes,
but
I
will
trust
in
thee.
