O that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest;
Truly, I would flee far away;
I would lodge in the wilderness.
I would hurry to find a shelter for myself
from the raging wind and tempest
Confuse, O Lord, confound their speech.
For I see violence and strife in the city.
Day and night they go around it on its walls;
and iniquity and trouble are within it.
Cast your burden on the Lord,
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit the righteous to be moved.