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¹ [To the chiefe musician on Neginoth, Maschil. A Psalme of Dauid.] Giue eare to my prayer, O God: and hide not thy selfe from my supplication. ² Attend vnto me, and heare me: I mourne in my complaint, and make a noise. ³ Because of the voyce of the enemie, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquitie vpon me, and in wrath they hate me. ⁴ My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me. ⁵ Fearefulnesse and trembling are come vpon me, and horrour hath ouerwhelmed me. ⁶ And I said, O that I had wings like a doue; for then would I flee away and be at rest. ⁷ Loe, then would I wander farre off, and remaine in the wildernesse. Selah. ⁸ I would hasten my escape from the windie storme, and tempest.

⁹ Destroy, O Lord, and diuide their tongues: for I haue seene violence and strife in the citie. ¹⁰ Day and night they goe about it vpon the walles thereof: mischiefe also and sorrow are in the midst of it. ¹¹ Wickednesse is in the midst thereof: deceite and guile depart not from her streets. ¹² For it was not an enemie that reproached me, then I could haue borne it, neither was it hee that hated me, that did magnifie himselfe against me, then I would haue hid my selfe from him. ¹³ But it was thou, a man, mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance. ¹⁴ Wee tooke sweet counsell together, and walked vnto the house of God in companie. ¹⁵ Let death seaze vpon them, and let them goe downe quicke into hell: for wickednes is in their dwellings, and among them.

¹⁶ As for me, I will call vpon God: and the Lord shall saue me. ¹⁷ Euening and morning, and at noone will I pray, and crie aloud: and he shall heare my voyce. ¹⁸ He hath deliuered my soule in peace from the battell that was against me: for there were many with me. ¹⁹ God shall heare and afflict them, euen he that abideth of old, Selah: because they haue no changes, therefore they feare not God. ²⁰ He hath put foorth his handes against such as be at peace with him: he hath broken his couenant. ²¹ The words of his mouth were smoother then butter, but warre was in his heart: his words were softer then oyle, yet were they drawen swords. ²² Cast thy burden vpon the Lord, and he shall sustaine thee: hee shall neuer suffer the righteous to bee moued. ²³ But thou, O God, shalt bring them downe into the pit of destruction: Bloody and deceitfull men shall not liue out halfe their dayes, but I will trust in thee.