4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
5Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
6And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
7Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
9Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
10By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness are in its midst,
11Mischiefs are in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.