8 I would haste me to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.
9 Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongue: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
10 Day and night they go about upon the walls thereof: iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.
11 Wickedness is in the midst thereof: oppression and guile depart not from her streets.
12 For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
13 But it was thou, a man mine equal, my companion, and my familiar friend.
14 We took sweet counsel together, we walked in the house of God with the throng.