4I am troubled because of the voice of the cruel ones, because of the loud cry of the evil-doers; for they put a weight of evil on me, and they are cruel in their hate for me.
5My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
6Fear and shaking have come over me, with deep fear I am covered.
7And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
8I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)
9I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.
10Send destruction on them, O Lord, make a division of tongues among them: for I have seen fighting and violent acts in the town.
