To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. A Maskila of David.
1 Give ear to my prayer, O God,
and hide not yourself from my plea for mercy!
I am restless in my complaint and I moan,
because of the oppression of the wicked.
For they drop trouble upon me,
and in anger they bear a grudge against me.
the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
and horror overwhelms me.
I would fly away and be at rest;
I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah
from the raging wind and tempest.”
for I see violence and strife in the city.
on its walls,
and iniquity and trouble are within it;
oppression and fraud
do not depart from its marketplace.
then I could bear it;
it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me —
then I could hide from him.
my companion, my familiar friend.
within God’s house we walked in the throng.
let them go down to Sheol alive;
for evil is in their dwelling place and in their heart.
and the Lord will save me.
I utter my complaint and moan,
and he hears my voice.
from the battle that I wage,
for many are arrayed against me.
he who is enthroned from of old, Selah
because they do not change
and do not fear God.
he violated his covenant.
yet war was in his heart;
his words were softer than oil,
yet they were drawn swords.
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
the righteous to be moved.
into the pit of destruction;
men of blood and treachery
shall not live out half their days.
But I will trust in you.