1For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by David. 2Attend to me, and answer me. 3Because of the voice of the enemy, 4My heart is severely pained within me. 5Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. 6I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! 7Behold, then I would wander far off. 8"I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and storm."ΒΆ 9Confuse them, Lord, and confound their language, 10Day and night they prowl around on its walls. 11Destructive forces are within her. 12For it was not an enemy who insulted me, 13But it was you, a man like me, 14We took sweet fellowship together. 15Let death come suddenly on them. 16As for me, I will call on God. 17Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. 18He has redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me, 19God, who is enthroned forever, 20He raises his hands against his friends. 21His mouth was smooth as butter, 22Cast your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you. 23But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction.