Psalm 55b

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If enemies my name abused,
Then that I could abide.
If foes it were against me raised,
From them I still could hide.

But it is you, a man like me,
My colleague, my close friend.
In sweetest fellowship were we,
We would God's house attend.

Let death my foes take and astound,
Let them alive relapse
Into the grave, for evil's found
With them its lodging place.

But I, the LORD who saves, address
At evening, morn and noon.
I cry to God in my distress,
And my voice he hears soon.

Unharmed, he ransoms me, sets free,
He saves me from my foes,
Saves from the battle against me,
Though many do oppose.

God, who is on his throne always,
Will hear them and afflict,
Men who will never change their ways,
Those who don't rev'rence God.

My companion attacks his friends,
His cov'nant keeps no more.
His speech as smooth as butter blends,
Yet in his heart is war.

His words, like oil, they soothe the pain
But drawn swords are they all.
Cast cares on the LORD; he'll sustain,
Won't let the righteous fall.

You'll bring down those with wicked ways
Bloodthirsty liars, too.
They won't live out half of their days,
But I will trust in you.