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For the choirmaster. For strings. Poem Of David God, hear my prayer, do not hide away from my plea,
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give me a hearing, answer me, my troubles give me no peace. I shudder |
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at the enemy's shouts, at the outcry of the wicked;
they heap up charges against me, in their anger bring hostile accusations against me. |
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My heart writhes within me, the terrors of death come upon me,
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fear and trembling overwhelm me, and shuddering grips me. |
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And I say,
'Who will give me wings like a dove, to fly away and find rest?'
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How far I would escape, and make a nest in the desert! Pause |
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I would soon find a refuge from the storm of abuse,
from the |
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destructive tempest, Lord, from the flood of their tongues. For I see violence and strife in the city,
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day and night they make their rounds along the city walls, Inside live malice and mischief, |
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inside lives destruction,
tyranny and treachery never absent from its central square. |
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Were it an enemy who insulted me, that I could bear;
if an opponent pitted himself against me, I could turn away from him. |
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But you, a person of my own rank, a comrade and dear friend,
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to whom I was bound by intimate friendship in the house of God! May they recoil in disorder, |
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may death descend on them,
may they go down alive to Sheol, since evil shares their home with them. |
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For my part, I appeal to God, and Yahweh saves me;
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evening, morning, noon, I complain and I groan. He hears my cry, |
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he ransoms me and gives me peace
from the feud against me, for they are taking me to law. |
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But God will listen and will humble them, he who has been enthroned from the beginning;
no change of heart for them, for they do not fear God. |
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They attack those at peace with them, going back on their oaths;
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though their mouth is smoother than butter, enmity is in their hearts;
their words more soothing than oil, yet sharpened like swords. |
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Unload your burden onto Yahweh and he will sustain you;
never will he allow the upright to stumble. |
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You, God, will thrust them down to the abyss of destruction,
men bloodthirsty and deceptive, before half their days are spent. For my part, I put my trust in you. |
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