Psalms 55

¹Unto the end, for a people, that is made far from the Saints, David in the inscription of the title, when the foreigners held him in Geth.

²Have mercy on me, o God, because man hath trodden upon me: all the day impugning he hath afflicted me.

³Mine enemies have trodden upon me all the day: because they are many that war against me.

⁴From the height of the day I shall fear: but I will trust in thee.

⁵In God I will praise my words, in God have I hoped: I will not fear what flesh may do to me.

⁶All the day did they detest my words; against me all their cogitations are unto evil.

⁷They will inhabit and keep secret: they will observe my heel. As they have expected my soul,

⁸for nothing shalt thou save them: in wrath thou wilt break peoples. O God,

⁹I have shewed my life to thee: thou hast set my tears in thy sight. As also in thy promise:

¹⁰then shall mine enemies be turned backward. In what day soever I shall invocate thee: lo I have known that thou art my God.

¹¹In God I will praise the word, in our Lord will I praise thee saying: I have hoped in God, I will not fear what man can do to me.

¹²In me, o God are thy vows, which I will render, praises to thee.

¹³Because thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from falling: that I may please before God, in the light of the living.