1 Ao mestre de canto. Com instrumentos de corda. Hino de Davi. Prestai ouvidos, ó Deus, à minha oração, não vos furteis à minha súplica;

2 Escutai-me e atendei-me. Na minha angústia agito-me num vaivém, perturbo-me

3 à voz do inimigo, sob os gritos do pecador. Eles lançam o mal contra mim, e me perseguem com furor.

4 Palpita-me no peito o coração, invade-me um pavor de morte.

5 Apoderam-se de mim o terror e o medo, e o pavor me assalta.

6 Digo-me, então: tivesse eu asas como a pomba, voaria para um lugar de repouso;

7 ir-me-ia bem longe morar no deserto.

8 Apressar-me-ia em buscar um abrigo contra o vendaval e a tempestade.

9 Destruí-os, Senhor, confundi-lhes as línguas, porque só vejo violência e discórdia na cidade.

10 Dia e noite percorrem suas muralhas, no seu interior só há injustiça e opressão.

11 Grassa a astúcia no seu meio, a iniqüidade e a fraude não deixam suas praças.

12 Se o ultraje viesse de um inimigo, eu o teria suportado; se a agressão partisse de quem me odeia, dele me esconderia.

13 Mas eras tu, meu companheiro, meu íntimo amigo,

14 com quem me entretinha em doces colóquios; com quem, por entre a multidão, íamos à casa de Deus.

15 Que a morte os colha de improviso, que eles desçam vivos à mansão dos mortos. Porque entre eles, em suas moradas, só há perversidade.

16 Eu, porém, bradarei a Deus, e o Senhor me livrará.

17 Pela tarde, de manhã e ao meio-dia lamentarei e gemerei; e ele ouvirá minha voz.

18 Dar-me-á a paz, livrando minha alma dos que me acossam, pois numerosos são meus inimigos.

19 O Senhor me ouvirá e os humilhará, ele que reina eternamente, porque não se emendem nem temem a Deus.

20 Cada um deles levanta a mão contra seus amigos. Todos violam suas alianças.

21 De semblante mais brando do que o creme, trazem, contudo, no coração a hostilidade; suas palavras são mais untuosas do que o óleo, porém, na verdade, espadas afiadas.

22 Depõe no Senhor os teus cuidados, porque ele será teu sustentáculo; não permitirá jamais que vacile o justo.

23 E vós, ó meu Deus, vós os precipitareis no fundo do abismo da morte. Os homens sanguinários e ardilosos não alcançarão a metade de seus dias! Quanto a mim, é em vós, Senhor, que ponho minha esperança.

1 To the chief music-maker, on Neginoth. Maschil. Of David.

2 \55:1\Give hearing to my prayer, O God; and let not your ear be shut against my request.

3 \55:2\Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;

4 \55:3\I am troubled because of the voice of the cruel ones, because of the loud cry of the evil-doers; for they put a weight of evil on me, and they are cruel in their hate for me.

5 \55:4\My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.

6 \55:5\Fear and shaking have come over me, with deep fear I am covered.

7 \55:6\And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.

8 \55:7\I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)

9 \55:8\I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.

10 \55:9\Send destruction on them, O Lord, make a division of tongues among them: for I have seen fighting and violent acts in the town.

11 \55:10\By day and night they go round the town, on the walls; trouble and sorrow are in the heart of it.

12 \55:11\Evil is there; cruel rule and deceit are ever in the streets.

13 \55:12\For it was not my hater who said evil of me; that would have been no grief to me; it was not one outside the number of my friends who made himself strong against me, or I would have kept myself from him in a secret place;

14 \55:13\But it was you, my equal, my guide, my well-loved friend.

15 \55:14\We had loving talk together, and went to the house of God in company.

16 \55:15\Let the hand of death come on them suddenly, and let them go down living into the underworld; because evil is in their houses and in their hearts.

17 \55:16\As for me, I will make my prayer to God, and he will be my saviour.

18 \55:17\In the evening and in the morning and in the middle of the day I will make my prayer with sounds of grief; and my voice will come to his ears.

19 \55:18\He has taken my soul away from the attack which was made against me, and given it peace; for great numbers were against me.

20 \55:19\God will give thought to me; he who from early times is strong will send pain and trouble on them. (Selah.) Because they are unchanged, they have no fear of God.

21 \55:20\He has put out his hand against those who were at peace with him; he has not kept his agreement.

22 \55:21\The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, but they were sharp swords.

23 \55:22\Put your cares on the Lord, and he will be your support; he will not let the upright man be moved.

24 \55:23\But you, O God, will send them down into the underworld; the cruel and the false will be cut off before half their days are ended; but I will have faith in you.