A Psalm of David.
Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself
from my entreating voice:
Attend and hear me; in my plaint

I mourn and make a noise.
Because of th' en'my's voice, and for
lewd men's oppression great:
On me they cast iniquity,

and they in wrath me hate.
Sore pain'd within me is my heart:
death's terrors on me fall.
On me comes trembling, fear and dread

o'erwhelmed me withal.
O that I, like a dove, had wings,
said I, then would I flee
Far hence, that I might find a place

where I in rest might be.
Lo, then far off I wander would,
and in the desert stay;
From windy storm and tempest I

would haste to 'scape away.
O Lord, on them destruction bring,
and do their tongues divide;
For in the city violence

and strife I have espy'd.
They day and night upon the walls
do go about it round:
There mischief is, and sorrow there

in midst of it is found.
Abundant wickedness there is
within her inward part;
And from her streets deceitfulness

and guile do not depart.
He was no foe that me reproach'd,
then that endure I could;
Nor hater that did 'gainst me boast,

from him me hide I would.
But thou, man, who mine equal, guide,
and mine acquaintance wast:
We join'd sweet counsels, to God's house

in company we past.
Let death upon them seize, and down
let them go quick to hell;
For wickedness doth much abound

among them where they dwell.
I'll call on God: God will me save.
I'll pray, and make a noise
At ev'ning, morning, and at noon;

and he shall hear my voice.
He hath my soul delivered,
that it in peace might be
From battle that against me was;

for many were with me.
The Lord shall hear, and them afflict,
of old who hath abode:
Because they never changes have,

therefore they fear not God.
20'Gainst those that were at peace with him
he hath put forth his hand:
The covenant that he had made,

by breaking he profan'd.
More smooth than butter were his words,
while in his heart was war;
His speeches were more soft than oil,

and yet drawn swords they are.
Cast thou thy burden on the Lord,
and he shall thee sustain;
Yea, he shall cause the righteous man

unmoved to remain.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men
in justice shalt o'erthrow,
And in destruction's dungeon dark

at last shalt lay them low:
The bloody and deceitful men
shall not live half their days:
But upon thee with confidence

I will depend always.