Ps 55 - Lament and supplication of one left alone
Listen to my prayer, God.
Attend to me, and answer me.
The voice of the enemy
brings fear and trembling upon me, and is disgusting.
If I had wings like a dove,
then I would fly away and be at rest.
Destruction reigns in the city,
and violence and strife.
It is not an enemy who insulted me.
No – it was you, a friend and companion.
Evening, morning, and noon,
I will cry out to God. Free me,
for they do not fear God.
Your words are softer than oil,
yet they were drawn swords.