My thoughts trouble me and Im distraught At the voice of the enemy At the stares of the wicked For they bring down suffering upon me And revile me in their anger Confuse the wicked O Lord, Confound their speech, For I see violence and strife in the city. Threats and lies never leave its streets. Oh, that I had the wings of a dove I would fly away and be at rest My heart is in anguish within me The terrors of death assail me. Fear and trembling have beset me Horror has overwhelmed me and revile me in their anger
revile, wicked, anger, assail, confound