My thoughts trouble me and I'm distraught
At the voice of the enemy
At the stares of the wicked
For they bring down suffering upon me
And revile me in their anger
At the voice of the enemy
At the stares of the wicked
For they bring down suffering upon me
And revile me in their anger
Confuse the wicked O Lord,
Confound their speech,
For I see violence and strife in the city.
Threats and lies never leave its streets.
"Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest"
My heart is in anguish within me
The terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me
Horror has overwhelmed me
and revile me in their anger
[Ps. 55]
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