To the Chief Musician. With [a]stringed instruments. A [b]Contemplation of David.
1 Give ear to my prayer, O God,
And do not hide Yourself from my supplication.
I am[c] restless in my complaint, and moan noisily,
Because of the oppression of the wicked;
For they bring down trouble upon me,
And in wrath they hate me.
And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
And horror has overwhelmed me.
I would fly away and be at rest.
And remain in the wilderness. Selah
From the windy storm and tempest.”
For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
Iniquity and trouble are also in the midst of it.
Oppression and deceit do not depart from its streets.
Then I could bear it.
Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me;
Then I could hide from him.
My companion and my acquaintance.
And walked to the house of God in the throng.
Let them go down alive into [e]hell,
For wickedness is in their dwellings and among them.
And the Lord shall save me.
I will pray, and cry aloud,
And He shall hear my voice.
For there were many against me.
Even He who abides from of old. Selah
Because they do not change,
Therefore they do not fear God.
He has broken his [f]covenant.
But war was in his heart;
His words were softer than oil,
Yet they were drawn swords.
And He shall sustain you;
He shall never permit the righteous to be [g]moved.
Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days;
But I will trust in You.