Psalm 55a

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O God, now listen, hear my prayer,
Do not ignore my plea;
My thoughts give pain, I'm in despair,
O hear and answer me.

Enemy voice and wicked stare
Bring suff'ring down on me.
In anger into me they tear,
How they're reviling me.

Within, my heart is troubling me,
Death's terror me assails.
Trembling and fear besetting me,
In horror, my heart fails.

I said, doves' wings, Oh give to me!
I long to fly away
And be at rest; I long to flee
And in the desert stay.

I'd hurry to my hiding place,
Far from the tempest's sound.
The wicked, Lord, confuse, disgrace -
Their every word confound.

In the city see vi'lence fight,
What strife that place befalls.
Both in the day and in the night
They prowl upon its walls.

Hatred, abuse, within abound,
Destructive forces work.
Threats and lies in the city found,
In every street they lurk.