My thoughts trouble me and I'm distraught
At the voice of the enemy
At the stares of the wicked;
For they bring down suffering upon me
And revile me in their anger
Confuse the wicked O Lord,
Confound their speech,
For I see violence and strife in the city.
Threats and lies never leave its streets.
"Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest"
My heart is in anguish within me;
The terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me;
Horror has overwhelmed me
and revile me in their anger