- 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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- Confuse, O Lord, divide their tongues, For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
- Day and night they go around her upon her walls, And iniquity and mischief are in her midst.
- Destruction is in her midst; Oppression and deceit do not depart from her streets.
- For it is not an enemy who reproaches me, Then I could bear it; Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me, Then I could hide myself from him.
- But it is you, a man my equal, My companion and my familiar friend;
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