7. Lo, then far off I wander would,and in the desert stay;
8. From windy storm and tempest Iwould haste to 'scape away.
9. O Lord, on them destruction bring,and do their tongues divide;For in the city violence and strife I have espy'd.
10. They day and night upon the wallsdo go about it round:There mischief is, and sorrow therein midst of it is found.
11. Abundant wickedness there iswithin her inward part;And from her streets deceitfulnessand guile do not depart.
12. He was no foe that me reproach'd,then that endure I could;Nor hater that did 'gainst me boast,from him me hide I would.