For the director of music. With stringed instruments. A maskilb of David.
1 Listen to my prayer, O God,
do not ignore my plea;
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
because of the threats of the wicked;
for they bring down suffering on me
and assail me in their anger.
the terrors of death have fallen on me.
horror has overwhelmed me.
I would fly away and be at rest.
and stay in the desert;c
far from the tempest and storm.”
for I see violence and strife in the city.
malice and abuse are within it.
threats and lies never leave its streets.
I could endure it;
if a foe were rising against me,
I could hide.
my companion, my close friend,
at the house of God,
as we walked about
among the worshipers.
let them go down alive to the realm of the dead,
for evil finds lodging among them.
and the Lord saves me.
I cry out in distress,
and he hears my voice.
from the battle waged against me,
even though many oppose me.
who does not change —
he will hear them and humble them,
because they have no fear of God.
he violates his covenant.
yet war is in his heart;
his words are more soothing than oil,
yet they are drawn swords.
and he will sustain you;
he will never let
the righteous be shaken.
into the pit of decay;
the bloodthirsty and deceitful
will not live out half their days.
But as for me, I trust in you.