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Chapter 55
Psal YLT 55:1  To the Overseer with stringed instruments. --An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, to my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.
Psal YLT 55:2  Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
Psal YLT 55:3  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.
Psal YLT 55:4  My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
Psal YLT 55:5  Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
Psal YLT 55:6  And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
Psal YLT 55:7  Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
Psal YLT 55:8  I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
Psal YLT 55:9  Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
Psal YLT 55:10  By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness are in its midst,
Psal YLT 55:11  Mischiefs are in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
Psal YLT 55:12  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.
Psal YLT 55:13  But thou, a man--as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.
Psal YLT 55:14  When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.
Psal YLT 55:15  Desolations are upon them, They go down to Sheol--alive, For wickedness is in their dwelling, in their midst.
Psal YLT 55:17  Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
Psal YLT 55:18  He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.
Psal YLT 55:19  God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, and fear not God,
Psal YLT 55:20  He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
Psal YLT 55:21  Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart is war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they are drawn swords .
Psal YLT 55:22  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.
Psal YLT 55:23  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!