3 My enemies shout at me,making loud and wicked threats.They bring trouble on meand angrily hunt me down.
4 My heart pounds in my chest.The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far awayto the quiet of the wilderness.Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—far from this wild storm of hatred.
9 Confuse them, Lord, and frustrate their plans,for I see violence and conflict in the city.