4 because of the voice of the enemy, because of the pressure of the wicked. For they thrust trouble on me, and in anger bear a grudge against me.
5 My heart shudders within me and the terrors of death sweep over me.
6 Fear and trembling come upon me and horror has overwhelmed me.
7 So I said, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.
8 Surely I would flee far away. I would stay in the wilderness. Selah
9 I would hurry to my shelter from the rushing wind of the storm.”
10 Lord, confuse and confound their speech, for I see violence and strife in the city.