- Confuse the wicked, O Lord, confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.
- Day and night they prowl about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
- Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave its streets.
- If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it; if a foe were raising himself against me, I could hide from him.
- But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend,
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