CHAPTER 55
For the choirmaster.
With stringed instruments.
A Maskil
of David.
Listen
to my prayer,
O God,
and do not
ignore
my plea.
at the voice
of the enemy,
at
the pressure
of the wicked.
For
they release
disaster
upon me
and revile me
in their anger.
For
it is not
an enemy
who insults me—
then I could endure;
it is not
a foe
who rises
against me—
from him
I could hide.
Let death
seize them by surprise;
let them go down
to Sheol
alive,
for
evil
is with them
in their homes.
God
will hear
and humiliate them—
the One enthroned
for the ages—
Selah
because
they do not
change
and they have no
fear
of God.
His speech
is smooth
as butter,
but war
is in his heart.
His words
are softer
than oil,
yet they are
swords unsheathed.
Cast
your burden
upon
the LORD
and He
will sustain you;
He will never
let
the righteous
be shaken.
But You,
O God,
will bring them down
to the Pit
of destruction;
men
of bloodshed
and deceit
will not
live out half
their days.
But I
will trust
in You.