David begins by asking God to give ear to his prayer and not hide from his plea. He is restless in his complaint because of the voice of the enemy and the oppression of the wicked; his heart is in anguish, the terrors of death have fallen upon him, and fear and trembling overwhelm him. He wishes he had wings like a dove to fly away and be at rest, to flee far away and lodge in the wilderness, and to hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.
He asks God to confuse the tongues of the violent, because he sees violence and strife in the city. Day and night they go around its walls, and within it are iniquity and trouble, ruin, oppression and fraud. But what hurts most does not come from an open enemy, whom he could bear, but from a man his equal, his companion and familiar friend, with whom he had sweet fellowship and walked into the house of God in the throng.
Then David decides: but I call to God, and the Lord will save me. Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he hears my voice. He redeems my soul in safety from the battle I wage. His companion stretched out his hand against those at peace with him and violated his covenant; his speech was smooth as butter, yet war was in his heart, his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords. Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved. God will cast bloodthirsty and treacherous men down into the pit of destruction, and they shall not live out half their days. But I will trust in you.