3 over the enemy’s noise,at the wicked person’s racket,because they bring disaster on meand harass me furiously.
4 My heart pounds in my chestbecause death’s terrors have reached me.
5 Fear and trembling have come upon me;I’m shaking all over.
6 I say to myself,I wish I had wings like a dove!I’d fly away and rest.
7 I’d run so far away!I’d live in the desert. Selah
8 I’d hurry to my hideout,far from the rushing wind and storm.
9 Baffle them, my Lord!Confuse their languagebecause I see violence and conflict in the city.