Psalms 55:2-8

Hearken vnto me, and answere me: I mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse,

For the voyce of the enemie, and for the vexation of ye wicked, because they haue brought iniquitie vpon me, and furiously hate me.

Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.

Feare and trembling are come vpon mee, and an horrible feare hath couered me.

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a doue: then would I flie away and rest.

Beholde, I woulde take my flight farre off, and lodge in the wildernes. Selah.

Hee would make haste for my deliuerance from the stormie winde and tempest.