3. I am terrified by the threats of my enemies,crushed by the oppression of the wicked.They bring trouble on me;they are angry with me and hate me.
4. I am terrified,and the terrors of death crush me.
5. I am gripped by fear and trembling;I am overcome with horror.
6. I wish I had wings, like a dove.I would fly away and find rest.
7. I would fly far awayand make my home in the desert.
8. I would quickly find myself a shelterfrom the raging wind and the storm.
9. Confuse the speech of my enemies, O Lord!I see violence and riots in the city,
10. surrounding it day and night,filling it with crime and trouble.
11. There is destruction everywhere;the streets are full of oppression and fraud.
12. If it were an enemy that mocked me,I could endure it;if it were an opponent boasting over me,I could hide myself from him.