5 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
6 Fear and shaking have come over me, with deep fear I am covered.
7 And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
8 I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)
9 I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.
10 Send destruction on them, O Lord, make a division of tongues among them: for I have seen fighting and violent acts in the town.
11 By day and night they go round the town, on the walls; trouble and sorrow are in the heart of it.
