Sermons citing Psalms 55:1–17

^55:3 at the voice of the enemy, at the pressure of the wicked. For they bring down disaster upon me and resent me in their anger.

^55:4 My heart pounds within me, and the terrors of death assail me.

^55:5 Fear and trembling grip me, and horror has overwhelmed me.

^55:6 I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.

^55:7 How far away I would flee! In the wilderness I would remain. Selah

^55:8 I would hurry to my shelter, far from this raging tempest.”

^55:9 O Lord, confuse and confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.

^55:10 Day and night they encircle the walls, while malice and trouble lie within.

^55:11 Destruction is within; oppression and deceit never leave the streets.

^55:12 For it is not an enemy who insults me; that I could endure. It is not a foe who rises against me; from him I could hide.

^55:13 But it is you, a man like myself, my companion and close friend.

^55:14 We shared sweet fellowship together; we walked with the crowd into the house of God.

^55:15 Let death seize them by surprise; let them go down to Sheol alive, for evil is with them in their homes.

^55:16 But I call to God, and the LORD saves me.

^55:17 Morning, noon, and night, I cry out in distress, and He hears my voice.