⁹ Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words,^(A)
    for I see violence and strife^(B) in the city.^(C)
10 Day and night they prowl^(D) about on its walls;
    malice and abuse are within it.
¹¹ Destructive forces^(E) are at work in the city;
    threats and lies^(F) never leave its streets.

²⁰ But the wicked^(A) are like the tossing sea,^(B)
    which cannot rest,
    whose waves cast up mire^(C) and mud.

¹¹ Violence^(A) has arisen,^[a]
    a rod to punish the wicked.
None of the people will be left,
    none of that crowd—
none of their wealth,
    nothing of value.^(B)