Give hear to my prayer, O God,
            and hide not yourself from my plea for mercy!
Attend to me, and answer me;
            I am restless in my complaint and I moan.

My heart is in anguish within me;

For it is not an enemy who taunts me--
 then I could bear it;
it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me--
            then I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man, my equal,
            my companion, my familiar friend.
We used to take sweet counsel together;
            within God’s house we walked in the throng.
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But I call to God,
            and the LORD will save me.
Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan,
            And He hears my voice.
He redeems my soul in safety
            from the battle that I wage.
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(Ps 55:1-2,4,12-14,16-18)

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