9 O Lord, on them destruction bring,and do their tongues divide;For in the city violence and strife I have espy'd.
10 They day and night upon the wallsdo go about it round:There mischief is, and sorrow therein midst of it is found.
11 Abundant wickedness there iswithin her inward part;And from her streets deceitfulnessand guile do not depart.
12 He was no foe that me reproach'd,then that endure I could;Nor hater that did 'gainst me boast,from him me hide I would.
13 But thou, man, who mine equal, guide,and mine acquaintance wast:
14 We join'd sweet counsels, to God's housein company we past.
15 Let death upon them seize, and downlet them go quick to hell;For wickedness doth much aboundamong them where they dwell.