Psalms 55:7
Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
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5Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
6And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
5Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
6I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
7I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.
4I sojourn in Thy tent to the ages, I trust in the secret place of Thy wings. Selah.
1To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
2Who doth give me in a wilderness A lodging-place of travellers? And I leave my people, and go from them, For all of them `are' adulterers, An assembly of treacherous ones.
7Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.
9I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
4And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
5Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
15And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
7O God, in Thy going forth before Thy people, In Thy stepping through the wilderness, Selah.
8As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
8Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
5For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
3I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.
23As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
5I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
7Thou `art' a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, `With' songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.
6I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
19How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
25I have looked, and lo, man is not, And all fowls of the heavens have fled.
6A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
4Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
17And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
1My wo `is' to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
22And I -- I have said in my haste, `I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.
5An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
15If I have said, `I recount thus,' Lo, a generation of Thy sons I have deceived.
4They wandered in a wilderness, in a desert by the way, A city of habitation they have not found.
5Till I do find a place for Jehovah, Tabernacles for the Mighty One of Jacob.
17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.