1
Give hearing to my prayer, O God; and let not your ear be shut against my request.
2
Give thought to me, and let my prayer be answered: I have been made low in sorrow;
3
I am troubled because of the voice of the cruel ones, because of the loud cry of the evil-doers; for they put a weight of evil on me, and they are cruel in their hate for me.
4
My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
5
Fear and shaking have come over me, with deep fear I am covered.
6
And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
7
I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)
8
I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.
9
Send destruction on them, O Lord, make a division of tongues among them: for I have seen fighting and violent acts in the town.
10
By day and night they go round the town, on the walls; trouble and sorrow are in the heart of it.