3. Because of th' en'my's voice, and forlewd men's oppression great:On me they cast iniquity,and they in wrath me hate.
4. Sore pain'd within me is my heart:death's terrors on me fall.
5. On me comes trembling, fear and dreado'erwhelmed me withal.
6. O that I, like a dove, had wings,said I, then would I fleeFar hence, that I might find a placewhere I in rest might be.
7. Lo, then far off I wander would,and in the desert stay;