Psalm 55
4-8 My insides are turned inside out;
specters of death have me down.
I shake with fear,
I shudder from head to foot.
"Who will give me wings," I ask-
"wings like a dove?"
Get me out of here on dove wings.
I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country.
I want a cabin in the woods.
I'm desperate for a change.
From rage and stormy weather.
16-19 I call to God;
God will help me.
At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh
deep sighs- He hears, He rescues.
My life is well and whole,
secure in the middle of danger.
Even while thousands
are lined up against me.
God hears it all. And from his judge's bench,
puts them in their place.
But, set in their ways,
they won't change;
they pay Him no mind.
22 Pile your troubles on God's shoulders-
He'll carry your load, He'll help you out.
He'll never let good people
topple into ruin.
23b And I trust in You.
