4. at the uproar of the enemy,the clamor of the wicked.They heap trouble upon me,savagely accuse me.
5. My heart pounds within me;death’s terrors fall upon me.
6. Fear and trembling overwhelm me;shuddering sweeps over me.
7. I say, “If only I had wings like a dovethat I might fly away and find rest.
8. Far away I would flee;I would stay in the desert.
9. “I would soon find a shelterSelahfrom the raging wind and storm.”
10. Lord, check and confuse their tongues.For I see violence and strife in the city
11. making rounds on its walls day and night.Within are mischief and trouble;
12. treachery is in its midst;oppression and fraud never leave its streets.
13. For it is not an enemy that reviled me –that I could bear –Not a foe who viewed me with contempt,from that I could hide.
14. But it was you, my other self,my comrade and friend,
15. You, whose company I enjoyed,at whose side I walkedin the house of God.