Unto My Earnest Prayer Give Ear - Psalms 55 Psalm 55

Unto my earnest prayer give ear, nor hide Thee, O Most High; Attend my sad complaint, and hear my mourning, bitter cry. Because of sinful men I weep, and persecuting foes, Who wickedness upon me heap, and me in wrath oppose. Sore pained in heart, I find no ease, death's terrors fill my soul; Great fear and trembling on me seize, and horrors o'er me roll. Destroyed, Eternal, let them be; divide, confuse their tongue; For in the city, lo I see great strife and grievous wrong. All day and night they go around upon her circling walls; While sin and sorrow great are found within her peopled halls; Yea, crimes of violence and fraud within the city meet; Deceit and guile there stalk abroad, nor leave the crowded street. Lo, wand'ring far, my rest should be in some lone desert waste; I from the windy storm would flee and from the tempest haste. "O had I wings," I sigh and say, "like some swift dove to roam; Then would I hasten far away, and find a peaceful home."