Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech,1 for I see violence and strife2 in the city.310
Day and night they prowl4 about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
Destructive forces5 are at work in the city; threats and lies6 never leave its streets.
If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it; if a foe were raising himself against me, I could hide from him.
But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend,714
with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship8 as we walked with the throng at the house of God.915
Let death take my enemies by surprise;10 let them go down alive to the grave,a11 for evil finds lodging among them.