hear me and answer me.1 My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught23
at the voice of the enemy, at the stares of the wicked; for they bring down suffering upon me3 and revile4 me in their anger.54
My heart is in anguish6 within me; the terrors7 of death assail me.
Fear and trembling8 have beset me; horror9 has overwhelmed me.
I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest--
I would flee far away and stay in the desert;10 "Selah"
I would hurry to my place of shelter,11 far from the tempest and storm.12"
Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech,13 for I see violence and strife14 in the city.1510
Day and night they prowl16 about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
Destructive forces17 are at work in the city; threats and lies18 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.