¹For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. ²Attend to me and answer me. ³and distraught at the voice of the enemy, ⁴My heart pounds within me, ⁵Fear and trembling grip me, ⁶I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! ⁷How far away I would flee! ⁸I would hurry to my shelter, ⁹O Lord, confuse and confound their speech, ¹⁰Day and night they encircle the walls, ¹¹Destruction is within; ¹²For it is not an enemy who insults me; ¹³But it is you, a man like myself, ¹⁴We shared sweet fellowship together; ¹⁵Let death seize them by surprise; ¹⁶But I call to God, ¹⁷Morning, noon, and night, I cry out in distress, ¹⁸He redeems my soul in peace ¹⁹God will hear and humiliate them — ²⁰My companion attacks his friends; ²¹His speech is smooth as butter, ²²Cast your burden upon the LORD ²³But You, O God, will bring them down