Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words, for I see violence and strife in the city.
Day and night they prowl about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave its streets.
If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it; if a foe were rising against me, I could hide.
But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend,
with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship at the house of God, as we walked about among the worshipers.
Let death take my enemies by surprise; let them go down alive to the realm of the dead, for evil finds lodging among them.