The Book of Psalms, Chapter 55, Verse 1

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people [as] they eat bread: they have not called upon God.

There were they in great fear, [where] no fear was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth [against] thee: thou hast put [them] to shame, because God hath despised them.

Oh that the salvation of Israel [were come] out of Zion! When God bringeth back the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice, [and] Israel shall be glad.

To the chief Musician on Neginoth, Maschil, [A Psalm] of David, when the Ziphims came and said to Saul, Doth not David hide himself with us? Save me, O God, by thy name, and judge me by thy strength.

Hear my prayer, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth.

For strangers are risen up against me, and oppressors seek after my soul: they have not set God before them. Selah.

Behold, God [is] mine helper: the Lord [is] with them that uphold my soul.

He shall reward evil unto mine enemies: cut them off in thy truth.

I will freely sacrifice unto thee: I will praise thy name, O LORD; for [it is] good.

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For he hath delivered me out of all trouble: and mine eye hath seen [his desire] upon mine enemies.

King James Version

To the chief Musician on Neginoth, Maschil, [A Psalm] of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.

American Standard Version

[For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments. Maschil of David]. Give ear to my prayer, O God; And hide not thyself from my supplication.

New English Translation

For the music director, to be accompanied by stringed instruments; a well-written song by David. Listen, O God, to my prayer! Do not ignore my appeal for mercy!

World English Bible

Listen to my prayer, God. Don't hide yourself from my supplication.

Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! [for then] would I fly away, and be at rest.

Lo, [then] would I wander far off, [and] remain in the wilderness. Selah.

I would hasten my escape from the windy storm [and] tempest.

Destroy, O Lord, [and] divide their tongues: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.

Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: mischief also and sorrow [are] in the midst of it.

Wickedness [is] in the midst thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streets.