Psalms 55:6
And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
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7 I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)
8 I would quickly take cover from the driving storm and from the violent wind.
14 I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
15 What am I to say? seeing that it is he who has done it: all my time of sleeping I am turning from side to side without rest.
4 My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
5 Fear and shaking have come over me, with deep fear I am covered.
1 <To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David. When he went in flight from Saul, in the hole of the rock.> Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.
1 <For the chief music-maker. Of David.> In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and go to the farthest parts of the sea;
6 I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
7 I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
18 Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
7 Because you have been my help, I will have joy in the shade of your wings.
8 If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.
6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.
7 Where may I go from your spirit? how may I go in flight from you?
13 Will you take your rest among the flocks? like the wings of a dove covered with silver, and its feathers with yellow gold.
4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah.)
8 Who are these coming like a cloud, like a flight of doves to their windows?
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
26 They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.
27 If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;
3 If only I had knowledge of where he might be seen, so that I might come even to his seat!
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
13 For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace,
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
4 For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
26 The bow is sounding against him; he sees the shining point of spear and arrow.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
8 Like a bird wandering from the place of her eggs is a man wandering from his station.
10 And he went in flight through the air, seated on a storm-cloud: going quickly on the wings of the wind.
28 O people of Moab, go away from the towns and take cover in the rock; be like the dove of the Arabah, which makes her living-place in holes.
2 See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
52 They who are against me without cause have gone hard after me as if I was a bird;
18 Then I said, I will come to my end with my children round me, my days will be as the sand in number;
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
7 Our soul has gone free like a bird out of the net of those who would take her: the net is broken, and we are free.
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
7 How good is your loving mercy, O God! the children of men take cover under the shade of your wings.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.