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.