Mehida - Wings of Dove

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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 its 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