Tua Palavra

For the choir director: A psalm
of David, to be accompanied by stringed instruments.

|Salmos 55:1| Listen to my prayer, O God.
Do not ignore my cry for help!

|Salmos 55:2| Please listen and answer me,
for I am overwhelmed by my troubles.

|Salmos 55:3| My enemies shout at me,
making loud and wicked threats.
They bring trouble on me
and angrily hunt me down.

|Salmos 55:4| My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.

|Salmos 55:5| Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.

|Salmos 55:6| Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!

|Salmos 55:7| I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness.Interlude

|Salmos 55:8| How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred.

|Salmos 55:9| Confuse them, Lord, and frustrate their plans,
for I see violence and conflict in the city.

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|Salmos 55:10| Its walls are patrolled day and night against invaders,
but the real danger is wickedness within the city.