3at the voice of the enemy,
at the pressure of the wicked.
For they release disaster upon me
and revile me in their anger.
4My heart murmurs within me,
and the terrors of death assail me.
5Fear and trembling grip me,
and horror has overwhelmed me.
6I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and find rest.
7How far away I would flee!
In the wilderness I would remain.
8I would hurry to my shelter,
far from this raging tempest.”
9O Lord, confuse and confound their speech,
for I see violence and strife in the city.
10Day and night they encircle the walls,
while malice and trouble lie within.
11Destruction is within;
oppression and deceit never leave the streets.
— Psalm 55:3-11