Geneva(i)
3 For the voyce of the enemie, and for the vexation of ye wicked, because they haue brought iniquitie vpon me, and furiously hate me.
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
5 Feare and trembling are come vpon mee, and an horrible feare hath couered me.
6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a doue: then would I flie away and rest.
7 Beholde, I woulde take my flight farre off, and lodge in the wildernes. Selah.
8 Hee would make haste for my deliuerance from the stormie winde and tempest.
9 Destroy, O Lord, and deuide their tongues: for I haue seene crueltie and strife in the citie.
10 Day and night they goe about it vpon the walles thereof: both iniquitie and mischiefe are in the middes of it.
11 Wickednes is in the middes thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streetes.