4 at the uproar of the enemy,the clamor of the wicked.They heap trouble upon me,savagely accuse me.
5 My heart pounds within me;death’s terrors fall upon me.
6 Fear and trembling overwhelm me;shuddering sweeps over me.
7 I say, “If only I had wings like a dovethat I might fly away and find rest.
8 Far away I would flee;I would stay in the desert.
9 “I would soon find a shelterSelahfrom the raging wind and storm.”
10 Lord, check and confuse their tongues.For I see violence and strife in the city