6. I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.
7. I would flee far away and stay in the desert;
8. I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”
9. Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words, for I see violence and strife in the city.
10. Day and night they prowl about on its walls; malice and abuse are within it.
11. Destructive forces are at work in the city; threats and lies never leave its streets.