5 Fear and trembling come on me, and horror overwhelms me.
6 So I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove. I would fly away and be at rest.
7 Look, I would flee far away. I would dwell in the wilderness. Selah
8 I would hurry to my refuge from the raging wind and storm.”
9 Confuse, O Lord; divide their speech, because I see violence and strife in the city.
10 Day and night they go around it on its walls, and iniquity and trouble are in its midst.
11 Destruction is within it, and oppression and deceit do not depart from its public square.