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The Prayer of Someone Betrayed by a Friend[a]

55 Hear my prayer, O God;
    don't turn away from my plea!
Listen to me and answer me;
    I am worn out by my worries.
I am terrified by the threats of my enemies,
    crushed by the oppression of the wicked.
They bring trouble on me;
    they are angry with me and hate me.

I am terrified,
    and the terrors of death crush me.
I am gripped by fear and trembling;
    I am overcome with horror.
I wish I had wings like a dove.
    I would fly away and find rest.
I would fly far away
    and make my home in the desert.
I would hurry and find myself a shelter
    from the raging wind and the storm.
Confuse the speech of my enemies, O Lord!

I see violence and riots in the city,
10     surrounding it day and night,
    filling it with crime and trouble.
11 There is destruction everywhere;
    the streets are full of oppression and fraud.

12 If it were an enemy making fun of me,
    I could endure it;
if it were an opponent boasting over me,
    I could hide myself from him.
13 But it is you, my companion,
    my colleague and close friend.
14 We had intimate talks with each other
    and worshiped together in the Temple.
15 May my enemies die before their time;
    may they go down alive into the world of the dead!
Evil is in their homes and in their hearts.

16 But I call to the Lord God for help,
    and he will save me.
17 Morning, noon, and night
    my complaints and groans go up to him,
    and he will hear my voice.
18 He will bring me safely back
    from the battles that I fight
    against so many enemies.
19 God, who has ruled from eternity,
    will hear me and defeat them;
for they refuse to change,
    and they do not fear him.

20 My former companion attacked his friends;
    he broke his promises.
21 His words were smoother than cream,
    but there was hatred in his heart;
his words were as soothing as oil,
    but they cut like sharp swords.

22 Leave your troubles with the Lord,
    and he will defend you;
    he never lets honest people be defeated.

23 But you, O God, will bring those murderers and liars to their graves
    before half their life is over.
As for me, I will trust in you.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 55:1 HEBREW TITLE: A poem by David.

Psalm 55

Complaint about a Friend’s Treachery

To the leader: with stringed instruments. A Maskil of David.

Give ear to my prayer, O God;
    do not hide yourself from my supplication.(A)
Attend to me and answer me;
    I am troubled in my complaint.
I am distraught(B) by the noise of the enemy,
    because of the clamor of the wicked.
For they bring[a] trouble upon me,
    and in anger they bear a grudge against me.(C)

My heart is in anguish within me;
    the terrors of death have fallen upon me.(D)
Fear and trembling come upon me,
    and horror overwhelms me.(E)
And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove!
    I would fly away and be at rest;(F)
truly, I would flee far away;
    I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah
I would hurry to find a shelter for myself
    from the raging wind and tempest.”(G)

Confuse, O Lord, confound their speech,
    for I see violence and strife in the city.(H)
10 Day and night they go around it
    on its walls,
and iniquity and trouble are within it;
11     ruin is in its midst;
oppression and fraud
    do not depart from its marketplace.(I)

12 It is not enemies who taunt me—
    I could bear that;
it is not adversaries who deal insolently with me—
    I could hide from them.(J)
13 But it is you, my equal,
    my companion, my familiar friend,(K)
14 with whom I kept pleasant company;
    we walked in the house of God with the throng.(L)
15 Let death come upon them;
    let them go down alive to Sheol,
    for evil is in their homes and in their hearts.(M)

16 But I call upon God,
    and the Lord will save me.(N)
17 Evening and morning and at noon
    I utter my complaint and moan,
    and he will hear my voice.(O)
18 He will redeem me unharmed
    from the battle that I wage,
    for many are arrayed against me.(P)
19 God, who is enthroned from of old, Selah
    will hear and will humble them,
because they do not change
    and do not fear God.(Q)

20 My companion laid hands on a friend
    and violated a covenant with me[b](R)
21 with speech smoother than butter
    but with a heart set on war,
with words that were softer than oil
    but in fact were drawn swords.(S)

22 Cast your burden[c] on the Lord,
    and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
    the righteous to be moved.(T)

23 But you, O God, will cast them down
    into the lowest pit;
the bloodthirsty and treacherous
    shall not live out half their days.
But I will trust in you.(U)

Footnotes

  1. 55.3 Cn Compare Gk: Heb they cause to totter
  2. 55.20 Heb lacks with me
  3. 55.22 Or Cast what he has given you

55 (0) For the leader. With stringed instruments. A maskil of David:

(1) Listen, God, to my prayer!
Don’t hide yourself from my plea!
(2) Pay attention to me, and answer me!

I am panic-stricken as I make my complaint,
I shudder (3) at how the enemy shouts,
at how the wicked oppress;
for they keep heaping trouble on me
and angrily tormenting me.
(4) My heart within me is pounding in anguish,
the terrors of death press down on me,
(5) fear and trembling overwhelm me,
horror covers me.

(6) I said, “I wish I had wings like a dove!
Then I could fly away and be at rest.
(7) Yes, I would flee to a place far off,
I would stay in the desert. (Selah)
(8) I would quickly find me a shelter
from the raging wind and storm.”

10 (9) Confuse, Adonai, confound their speech!
For I see violence and fighting in the city.
11 (10) Day and night they go about its walls;
within are malice and mischief.
12 (11) Ruin is rife within it,
oppression and fraud never leave its streets.

13 (12) For it was not an enemy who insulted me;
if it had been, I could have borne it.
It was not my adversary who treated me with scorn;
if it had been, I could have hidden myself.
14 (13) But it was you, a man of my own kind,
my companion, whom I knew well.

15 (14) We used to share our hearts with each other;
in the house of God we walked with the crowd.

16 (15) May he put death on them;
let them go down alive to Sh’ol;
for evil is in their homes
and also in their hearts.

17 (16) But I will call on God,
and Adonai will save me.
18 (17) Evening, morning and noon I complain
and moan; but he hears my voice.
19 (18) He redeems me and gives me peace,
so that no one can come near me.
For there were many who fought me.
20 (19) God will hear and will humble them,
yes, he who has sat on his throne from the start. (Selah)
For they never change,
and they don’t fear God.

21 (20) [My companion] attacked those
who were at peace with him;
he broke his solemn word.
22 (21) What he said sounded smoother than butter,
but his heart was at war.
His words seemed more soothing than oil,
but in fact they were sharp swords.

23 (22) Unload your burden on Adonai,
and he will sustain you.
He will never permit
the righteous to be moved.

24 (23) But you will bring them down, God,
into the deepest pit.
Those men, so bloodthirsty and treacherous,
will not live out half their days.

But for my part, [Adonai,]
I put my trust in you.

55 1-3 Open your ears, God, to my prayer;
    don’t pretend you don’t hear me knocking.
Come close and whisper your answer.
    I really need you.
I shudder at the mean voice,
    quail before the evil eye,
As they pile on the guilt,
    stockpile angry slander.

4-8 My insides are turned inside out;
    specters of death have me down.
I shake with fear,
    I shudder from head to foot.
“Who will give me wings,” I ask—
    “wings like a dove?”
Get me out of here on dove wings;
    I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country,
    I want a cabin in the woods.
I’m desperate for a change
    from rage and stormy weather.

9-11 Come down hard, Lord—slit their tongues.
    I’m appalled how they’ve split the city
Into rival gangs
    prowling the alleys
Day and night spoiling for a fight,
    trash piled in the streets,
Even shopkeepers gouging and cheating
    in broad daylight.

12-14 This isn’t the neighborhood bully
    mocking me—I could take that.
This isn’t a foreign devil spitting
    invective—I could tune that out.
It’s you! We grew up together!
    You! My best friend!
Those long hours of leisure as we walked
    arm in arm, God a third party to our conversation.

15 Haul my betrayers off alive to hell—let them
    experience the horror, let them
    feel every desolate detail of a damned life.

16-19 I call to God;
    God will help me.
At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh
    deep sighs—he hears, he rescues.
My life is well and whole, secure
    in the middle of danger
Even while thousands
    are lined up against me.
God hears it all, and from his judge’s bench
    puts them in their place.
But, set in their ways, they won’t change;
    they pay him no mind.

20-21 And this, my best friend, betrayed his best friends;
    his life betrayed his word.
All my life I’ve been charmed by his speech,
    never dreaming he’d turn on me.
His words, which were music to my ears,
    turned to daggers in my heart.

22-23 Pile your troubles on God’s shoulders—
    he’ll carry your load, he’ll help you out.
He’ll never let good people
    topple into ruin.
But you, God, will throw the others
    into a muddy bog,
Cut the lifespan of assassins
    and traitors in half.

And I trust in you.