Psalm 55 (ICEL translation)
Listen, God, to my plea, do not ignore my cry.
Listen and answer, I shake with grief
at the furor of my enemies.
They threaten and attack me; they shout out curses,
venting their anger against me.
My heart is pounding, I can feel the touch of death.
Terror holds me in its grip, trembling seizes me.
"If I had wings like a dove, I would fly far and rest,
fly far away to the wilds to escape the raging storm."
Confuse their speech, Lord! I see violence and strife
stalk their city walls both day and night.
Evil and destruction live in their midst;
oppression and deceit never leave the public square.
If my enemy insults me, I can bear it;
if a foe rises against me, I can hide myself.
But it was you, my own friend, the one I knew so well.
With you I could always talk, even as we walked to the temple,
my companion amid the crowd.
God hears my cry, brings me to safety
when the battle is raging and my foes are many.
Give your burden to the Lord, who will be your support.
If you are faithful, God will not let you fall.
Let us pray.
O God of mercy and forgiveness,
We stand before you in pain, in fear, and in grief.
We know you desire good for your people,
which is why we are stunned when we face terror of today's magnitude.
We cry out to you with the word that we share with one another:
"Why?"
O God, and ask your presence.
into your loving embrace.
Give them eternal peace.
Give them strength.
Heal them.
Be their strength.
Comfort us.
we pray that you do not abandon your people
in their time of need.

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