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.
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