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.
12 For it is not an enemy that taunts me, or I could bear it. It is not one who hates me that magnifies himself over me, or I could hide myself from him.
13 But it is you, a man my equal, my friend and confidant.
14 We who would take sweet counsel together; in the house of God we would walk with the throng.