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Psalm 55

New Revised Standard NRS

1 Give ear to my prayer, O God; do not hide yourself from my supplication.

2 Attend to me, and answer me; I am troubled in my complaint. I am distraught

3 by the noise of the enemy, because of the clamor of the wicked. For they bring trouble upon me, and in anger they cherish enmity against me.

4 My heart is in anguish within me, the terrors of death have fallen upon me.

5 Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.

6 And I say, "O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest;

7 truly, I would flee far away; I would lodge in the wilderness; (Selah)

8 I would hurry to find a shelter for myself from the raging wind and tempest."

9 Confuse, O Lord, confound their speech; for I see violence and strife in the city.

10 Day and night they go around it on its walls, and iniquity and trouble are within it;

11 ruin is in its midst; oppression and fraud do not depart from its marketplace.

12 It is not enemies who taunt me— I could bear that; it is not adversaries who deal insolently with me— I could hide from them.

13 But it is you, my equal, my companion, my familiar friend,

14 with whom I kept pleasant company; we walked in the house of God with the throng.

15 Let death come upon them; let them go down alive to Sheol; for evil is in their homes and in their hearts.

16 But I call upon God, and the Lord will save me.

17 Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he will hear my voice.

18 He will redeem me unharmed from the battle that I wage, for many are arrayed against me.

19 God, who is enthroned from of old, (Selah) will hear, and will humble them— because they do not change, and do not fear God.

20 My companion laid hands on a friend and violated a covenant with me

21 with speech smoother than butter, but with a heart set on war; with words that were softer than oil, but in fact were drawn swords.

22 Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.

23 But you, O God, will cast them down into the lowest pit; the bloodthirsty and treacherous shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in you.

The Message Bible MSG

1 Open your ears, God, to my prayer; don't pretend you don't hear me knocking.

2 Come close and whisper your answer. I really need you.

3 at the mean voice, quail before the evil eye, As they pile on the guilt, stockpile angry slander.

4 My insides are turned inside out; specters of death have me down.

5 I shake with fear, I shudder from head to foot.

6 "Who will give me wings," I ask - "wings like a dove?" Get me out of here on dove wings;

7 I want some peace and quiet. I want a walk in the country,

8 I want a cabin in the woods. I'm desperate for a change from rage and stormy weather.

9 Come down hard, Lord - slit their tongues. I'm appalled how they've split the city Into rival gangs prowling the alleys

10 Day and night spoiling for a fight, trash piled in the streets,

11 Even shopkeepers gouging and cheating in broad daylight.

12 This isn't the neighborhood bully mocking me - I could take that. This isn't a foreign devil spitting invective - I could tune that out.

13 It's you! We grew up together! You! My best friend!

14 Those long hours of leisure as we walked arm in arm, God a third party to our conversation.

15 Haul my betrayers off alive to hell - let them experience the horror, let them feel every desolate detail of a damned life.

16 I call to God; God will help me.

17 At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh deep sighs - he hears, he rescues.

18 My life is well and whole, secure in the middle of danger Even while thousands are lined up against me.

19 God hears it all, and from his judge's bench puts them in their place. But, set in their ways, they won't change; they pay him no mind.

20 And this, my best friend, betrayed his best friends; his life betrayed his word.

21 All my life I've been charmed by his speech, never dreaming he'd turn on me. His words, which were music to my ears, turned to daggers in my heart.

22 Pile your troubles on God's shoulders - he'll carry your load, he'll help you out. He'll never let good people topple into ruin.

23 But you, God, will throw the others into a muddy bog, Cut the lifespan of assassins and traitors in half. And I trust in you.