Psalms 55

Betrayal by a Friend
1For the music director, on stringed instruments, a contemplative song of David.
2Give ear, O God, to my prayer and do not ignore my plea for help.
3Listen to me and answer me. I am restless in my complaint and moan—
4because of the voice of the enemy, because of the pressure of the wicked. For they thrust trouble on me, and in anger bear a grudge against me.
5My heart shudders within me and the terrors of death sweep over me.
6Fear and trembling come upon me and horror has overwhelmed me.
7So I said, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.
8Surely I would flee far away. I would stay in the wilderness. Selah
9I would hurry to my shelter from the rushing wind of the storm.”
10Lord, confuse and confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.
11Day and night they make the rounds on her walls. Iniquity and mischief are within her.
12Ruins are in her midst. Oppression and deceit never leave her square.
13For if it were an enemy taunting me, I could endure it. If my foe was exalting himself over me, I could hide from him.
14But it is you, a man like me— my companion and my close friend!
15Together we enjoyed great fellowship. We used to walk with the throng in the House of God.
16Let desolation come upon them, let them go down alive into Sheol— for evil is in their dwelling, among them.
17As for me, I will call on God, and Adonai will save me.
18Evening, morning and noon, I complain and moan, then He hears my voice.
19He will redeem my soul in shalom from the battle against me. For many are striving with me.
20God will hear and humble them —yes, the One enthroned of old. Selah Nothing changes—they do not fear God.
21My companion put forth his hands against those at peace with him, as he violates his covenant.
22Smoother than butter was his speech, yet war was in his heart. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
23Cast your burden on Adonai, and He will sustain you. He will never let the righteous be shaken.
24But You, O God, will bring them down to the Pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty, deceitful men will not live out half their days. But I—I will trust in You.