Psalm 55 v. 1-12 (Sarah CM)

1 Lord, hear my pray’r, hide not thyselffrom my entreating voice:2 Attend and hear me; in my plaintI mourn and make a noise.3 Because of th’ en’my’s voice, and forlewd men’s oppression great:On me they cast iniquity,and they in wrath me hate.4 Sore pained within me is my heart:death’s terrors on me fall.5 On me comes trembling, fear and dreado’erwhelmed me withal.6 O that I, like a dove, had wings,said I, then would I fleeFar hence, that I might find a placewhere I in rest might be.7 Lo, then far off I wander would,and in the desert stay;8 From windy storm and tempest Iwould haste to ‘scape away.9 O Lord, on them destruction bring,and do their tongues divide;For in the city violenceand strife I have espied.10 They day and night upon the wallsdo go about it round:There mischief is, and sorrow therein midst of it is found.11 Abundant wickedness there iswithin her inward part;And from her streets deceitfulnessand guile do not depart.12 He was no foe that me reproached,then that endure I could;Nor hater that did ‘gainst me boast,from him me hide I would.