Psalms 55:6
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
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7Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah.
8I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
1Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
1In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
9If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
6I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
7I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.
18When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
7Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
6My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
7Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
13Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.
4I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah.
8Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
26They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! that I might come even to his seat!
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
4Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
26Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
8As a bird that wandereth from her nest, so is a man that wandereth from his place.
10And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
28O ye that dwell in Moab, leave the cities, and dwell in the rock, and be like the dove that maketh her nest in the sides of the hole's mouth.
2Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
52Mine enemies chased me sore, like a bird, without cause.
18Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand.
22Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
7Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
7How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
16I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.