8I would haste me to a shelter From the stormy wind and tempest.
9Destroy, O Lord, [and] divide their tongue; For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
10Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: Iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.
11Wickedness is in the midst thereof: Oppression and guile depart not from its streets.
12For it was not an enemy that reproached me; Then I could have borne it: Neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; Then I would have hid myself from him:
13But it was thou, a man mine equal, My companion, and my familiar friend.
14We took sweet counsel together; We walked in the house of God with the throng.
