65 lines
2.3 KiB
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65 lines
2.3 KiB
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# Chapter 55
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1 Give ear to my prayer, O God,
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and hide not yourself from my plea for mercy!
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2 Attend to me, and answer me;
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I am restless in my complaint and I moan,
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3 because of the noise of the enemy,
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because of the oppression of the wicked.
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For they drop trouble upon me,
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and in anger they bear a grudge against me.
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4 My heart is in anguish within me;
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the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
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5 Fear and trembling come upon me,
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and horror overwhelms me.
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6 And I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
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I would fly away and be at rest;
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7 yes, I would wander far away;
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I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah
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8 I would hurry to find a shelter
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from the raging wind and tempest.”
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9 Destroy, O Lord, divide their tongues;
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for I see violence and strife in the city.
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10 Day and night they go around it
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on its walls,
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and iniquity and trouble are within it;
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11 ruin is in its midst;
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oppression and fraud
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do not depart from its marketplace.
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12 For it is not an enemy who taunts me—
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then I could bear it;
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it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me—
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then I could hide from him.
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13 But it is you, a man, my equal,
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my companion, my familiar friend.
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14 We used to take sweet counsel together;
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within God's house we walked in the throng.
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15 Let death steal over them;
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let them go down to Sheol alive;
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for evil is in their dwelling place and in their heart.
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16 But I call to God,
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and the Lord will save me.
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17 Evening and morning and at noon
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I utter my complaint and moan,
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and he hears my voice.
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18 He redeems my soul in safety
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from the battle that I wage,
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for many are arrayed against me.
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19 God will give ear and humble them,
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he who is enthroned from of old, Selah
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because they do not change
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and do not fear God.
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20 My companion stretched out his hand against his friends;
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he violated his covenant.
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21 His speech was smooth as butter,
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yet war was in his heart;
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his words were softer than oil,
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yet they were drawn swords.
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22 Cast your burden on the Lord,
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and he will sustain you;
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he will never permit
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the righteous to be moved.
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23 But you, O God, will cast them down
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into the pit of destruction;
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men of blood and treachery
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shall not live out half their days.
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But I will trust in you. |