5fear and trembling attack me, and horror wraps me round.
6O for the wings of a dove: I would fly away and rest.
7I would wander far away, find refuge in the wilderness. Selah
8I would find myself a shelter from raging wind and tempest.
9Confuse them, Lord, upset their plans; for I see violence and strife in the city.
10By day and by night they make their rounds on the city walls, while within is crime and trouble,
11within is ruin. Her market-place is never free of deceit and tyranny.