1 Give ear to my prayer, O God;

And hide not thyself from my supplication.

2 Attend unto me, and answer me:

I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

3 Because of the voice of the enemy,

Because of the oppression of the wicked;

For they cast iniquity upon me,

And in anger they persecute me.

4 My heart is sore pained within me:

And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

5 Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me,

And horror hath overwhelmed me.

6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove!

Then would I fly away, and be at rest.

7 Lo, then would I wander far off,

I would lodge in the wilderness. [Selah

8 I would haste me to a shelter

From the stormy wind and tempest.

9 Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongue;

For I have seen violence and strife in the city.

10 Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof:

Iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.

11 Wickedness is in the midst thereof:

Oppression and guile depart not from its streets.

12 For it was not an enemy that reproached me;

Then I could have borne it:

Neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me;

Then I would have hid myself from him:

13 But it was thou, a man mine equal,

My companion, and my familiar friend.

14 We took sweet counsel together;

We walked in the house of God with the throng.

15 Let death come suddenly upon them,

Let them go down alive into Sheol;

For wickedness is in their dwelling, in the midst of them.

16 As for me, I will call upon God;

And Jehovah will save me.

17 Evening, and morning, and at noonday, will I complain, and moan;

And he will hear my voice.

18 He hath redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me;

For they were many that strove with me.

19 God will hear, and answer them,

Even he that abideth of old, [Selah

The men who have no changes,

And who fear not God.

20 He hath put forth his hands against such as were at peace with him:

He hath profaned his covenant.

21 His mouth was smooth as butter,

But his heart was war:

His words were softer than oil,

Yet were they drawn swords.

22 Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee:

He will never suffer the righteous to be moved.

23 But thou, O God, wilt bring them down into the pit of destruction:

Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days;

But I will trust in thee.

1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments. -- An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, [to] my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.

2 Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,

3 Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.

4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.

5 Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.

6 And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,

7 Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.

8 I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.

9 Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.

10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,

11 Mischiefs [are] in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.

12 For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear [it], He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.

13 But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.

14 When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.

15 Desolations [are] upon them, They go down [to] Sheol -- alive, For wickedness [is] in their dwelling, in their midst.

16 I -- to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me.

17 Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,

18 He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.

19 God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, and fear not God,

20 He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.

21 Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart [is] war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they [are] drawn [swords].

22 Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous.

23 And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!