Psalms 55 To the chaunter in Neginoth, an instruccion of Dauid. Heare my prayer, O God, and hyde not thy self fro my petycion.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter in Neginoth, an instruccion of Dauid. Heare my prayer, O God, and hyde not thy self fro my petycion. ² Take hede vnto me & heare me, how piteously I mourne and complayne. ³ The enemye cryeth so, and the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded too do me some mischief, so maliciously are they set agaynst me. ⁴ My hert is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me. ⁵ Fearfulnesse and tremblynge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hathe ouerwhelmed me. ⁶ And I sayde: O that I had wynges lyke a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest. ⁷ Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse. Selah. ⁸ I wolde make haste to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest. ⁹ Destroye their tonges (O Lorde) and deuyde them, for I se vnrighteousnes & stryfe in the cytye. ¹⁰ Thys goeth daye and nyght aboute the walles, mischief and vyce are in the middest of it. ¹¹ Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of her stretes. ¹² If it were myne enemye that reuyled me, I could beare it: or if one that ought me euel wyll dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde my self from hym. ¹³ But it is thou my companyon, my gyde & myne owne familier frende. ¹⁴ We had swete and secrete communicacion together in the house of God. ¹⁵ Let death come hastely vppon them, and let them goo doune quyck into hell, for wickednes is amonge theym in their dwellynges. ¹⁶ As for me, I will call vnto God, and the Lord shall helpe me. ¹⁷ In the euenynge, mornyng and at noone daye will I mourne and complayne: and he shall heare my voyce. ¹⁸ It is he that deliuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye wayte for me: for they are many agaynst me. ¹⁹ Yea, euen God that endureth for euer, shall heare me, and bring them doune. Selah. For they will not turne: and why? they feare not God. ²⁰ Yea, they laye handes vpon such as be at peace with hym, & so they breake hys couenaunt. ²¹ Their mouthes are softer then butter, & yet haue they battayll in theyr mynde: theyr wordes are smoother then oyle, and yet be they very swerdes. ²² O cast thy burthen, or care, vpon the Lord he shall norysh the, and not leaue the ryghteous in vnquyetnesse. ²³ But as for them, thou (O God) shalt cast doune into the pytte of destruccion. The bloudthrustye & disceatfull shall not lyue out half their dayes. Neuerthelesse my trust is in the.