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

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]