Wings Of Dove

Mehida

My thoughts trouble me and I'm distraught
At the voice of the enemy
At the stares of the wicked; 
For they bring down suffering upon me
And revile me in their anger

Confuse the wicked O Lord, 
Confound their speech, 
For I see violence and strife in the city.
Threats and lies never leave it's streets.

"Oh, that I had the wings of a dove
I would fly away and be at rest"

My heart is in anguish within me; 
The terrors of death assail me.
Fear and trembling have beset me; 
Horror has overwhelmed me
And revile me in their anger