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.