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To the chief Musician on Neginoth, Maschil, A Psalm of David.
1 O God, do thou give ear unto my supplication: and do not hide thyself away from my petition. 2 Be thou attentive unto me, and answer me return, I in my meditation do make a noise and mourn.
3 Because of th’ en’my’s voice, because the wicked have opprest, for they injustice on me cast and in wrath me detest. 4 My heart in me is pain’d, on me death’s terrors fallen be. 5 Trembling and fear are on me come, horror hath cover’d me.
6 Then did I say, O who to me wings of a dove will give; that I might fly away and might in quiet dwelling live. 7 Lo, I would wander far away, and in the desert rest. Selah. 8 Soon would I ‘scape from windy storm, from violent tempest.
9 Lord bring on them destruction, do thou their tongues divide; for strife and vi’lence I within the city have espy’d. 10 About it on the walls thereof, they do walk night and day: mischief also and sorrow do in middest of it stay.
11 In midst thereof there’s wickedness; deceitfulness also, and out of the broad streets thereof guilefulness doth not go. 12 For ’twas no foe reproach’d me, then could I have borne; nor did my foe against me lift himself from him had I me hid.
13 But thou it was, the man that wert my well esteemed peer, which wast to me my special guide, and mine acquaintance near. 14 We did together counsel take in sweet society: and we did walk into the house of God in company.
15 Let death seize on them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness among them is in places where they dwell. 16 As for me, I will call on God; and me the Lord save shall. 17 Ev’ning, morn, and at noon will I pray, and aloud will call,
18 and he shall hear my voice. He hath in peace my soul set free from war that was ‘gainst me, because there many were with me. 19 God shall hear, and them smite, ev’n he that doth of old abide. Selah. Because they have no change, therefore God’s fear they lay aside.
20 ‘Gainst such as be at peace with him he hath put forth his hand: he hath also the covenant which he had made prophan’d. 21 His words than butter smoother were, but war in’s heart: his words more than the oil were softened but yet they were drawn swords.
22 Thy burden cast upon the Lord, and he sustain thee shall: nor shall he suffer righteous ones to be remov’d at all. 23 But thou, O God, shalt down to hell bring them who bloody be, guileful shall not live half their days: but I will trust in thee.