5. Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
6. And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
7. Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
8. I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
9. Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
10. By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,
11. Mischiefs [are] in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
12. For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear [it], He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.
13. But thou, a man--as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.
14. When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.