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.
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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.
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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.
11
Evil is there; cruel rule and deceit are ever in the streets.
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For it was not my hater who said evil of me; that would have been no grief to me; it was not one outside the number of my friends who made himself strong against me, or I would have kept myself from him in a secret place;
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But it was you, my equal, my guide, my well-loved friend.