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Listen to me and answer me; I am worn out by my worries.
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I am terrified by the threats of my enemies, crushed by the oppression of the wicked. They bring trouble on me; they are angry with me and hate me.
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I am terrified, and the terrors of death crush me.
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I am gripped by fear and trembling; I am overcome with horror.
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I wish I had wings like a dove. I would fly away and find rest.
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I would fly far away and make my home in the desert.
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I would hurry and find myself a shelter from the raging wind and the storm.
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Confuse the speech of my enemies, O Lord! I see violence and riots in the city,
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surrounding it day and night, filling it with crime and trouble.
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There is destruction everywhere; the streets are full of oppression and fraud.
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If it were an enemy making fun of me, I could endure it; if it were an opponent boasting over me, I could hide myself from him.