1 Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not Yourself from my supplication.2 Give attention to me, and hear me; I am restless in my meditation, and murmur;3 because of the voice of the enemy, from the oppression of the wicked; for they drop down trouble upon me, and in wrath they hate me.4 My heart writhes within me; and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.5 Fear and trembling have come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.6 And I said, Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.7 Lo, I would wander far off; I would abide in the wilderness. Selah.8 I would hasten my escape from the rushing wind and tempest.9 Swallow up, O Lord, and divide their tongues; for I have seen violence and strife in the city.10 Day and night they go around upon its walls; wickedness and trouble are also in its midst.11 Lust is in its midst; oppression and guile do not depart from its streets.12 For it is not an enemy who reproaches me, then I could bear it. It is not one who hates me who magnified himself against me, or I would hide myself from him;13 but it is you, a man my equal, my friend and acquaintance.14 We took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in the throng.15 Let death seize them, and let them go down alive into Sheol; for evil is among them and in their dwellings.16 As for me, I will call upon God, and Jehovah will deliver me.17 Evening and morning and at noon I meditate and am in a stir; and He will hear my voice.18 He has delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me; for there were many against me.19 The Mighty God will hear and testify to them, even He who abides from of old. Selah. Because they do not change, therefore they do not fear God.20 He has put forth his hands against those who were at peace with him; he has broken his covenant.21 His flattery has been with forked tongue, and war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.22 Cast your burden upon Jehovah, and He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to totter.23 But You, O God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction; bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in You.

1 The title of the fyue and fiftithe salm. `In Ebreu thus, To the ouercomyng on the doumb culuer of fer drawing awei, the comely song of Dauid, whanne Filisteis helden hym in Geth. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, To the ouercomer for the doumb culuer, for it yede awei fer. Dauid meke and symple made this salm, whanne Palesteyns helden hym in Geth.2 God, haue thou merci on me, for a man hath defoulid me; al dai he impugnyde, and troublide me.3 Myn enemyes defouliden me al dai; for manye fiyteris weren ayens me.4 Of the hiynesse of dai Y schal drede; but God Y schal hope in thee.5 In God Y schal preise my wordis; Y hopide in God, Y schal not drede what thing fleisch schal do to me.6 Al dai thei cursiden my wordis; ayens me alle her thouytis weren in to yuel.7 Thei schulen dwelle, and schulen hide; thei schulen aspie myn heele.8 As thei abiden my lijf, for nouyt schalt thou make hem saaf; in ire thou schalt breke togidre puplis.9 God, Y schewide my lijf to thee; thou hast set my teeris in thi siyt. As and in thi biheest, Lord;10 thanne myn enemyes schulen be turned abak. In what euere dai Y schal inwardli clepe thee; lo! Y haue knowe, that thou art my God.11 In God Y schal preise a word; in the Lord Y schal preyse a word. Y schal hope in God; Y schal not drede what thing a man schal do to me.12 God, thin auowis ben in me; whiche Y schal yelde heriyngis to thee.13 For thou hast delyuerid my lijf fro deth, and my feet fro slidyng; that Y pleese bifore God in the liyt of hem that lyuen.