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Attend unto me and hear me; I mourn in my complaint and moan,
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because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
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My heart is sorely pained within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
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Fearfulness and trembling have come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
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And I said, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! For then would I fly away and be at rest.
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Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness; Selah
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I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest."
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Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues, for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
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Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof; mischief also and sorrow are in the midst of it.
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Wickedness is in the midst thereof; deceit and guile depart not from her streets.
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For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it. Neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him.