^{6 Ref} And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,

^{7 Ref} Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.

^{8 Ref} I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.

^{9 Ref} Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.

^{10 Ref} By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness `are' in its midst,

^{11 Ref} Mischiefs `are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.