8. "I would hasten to my place of refuge From the stormy wind and tempest."
9. Confuse, O Lord, divide their tongues, For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
10. Day and night they go around her upon her walls, And iniquity and mischief are in her midst.
11. Destruction is in her midst; Oppression and deceit do not depart from her streets.
12. For it is not an enemy who reproaches me, Then I could bear it; Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me, Then I could hide myself from him.
13. But it is you, a man my equal, My companion and my familiar friend;
14. We who had sweet fellowship together Walked in the house of God in the throng.
15. Let death come deceitfully upon them; Let them go down alive to Sheol, For evil is in their dwelling, in their midst.