Psalms 55:6
I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
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7Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness." Selah.
8"I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest."
14Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; my eyes fail [with looking] upward: Lord, I am oppressed, be my collateral.
15What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
4My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
5Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.
1> Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, For my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, Until disaster has passed.
1> In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"
9If I take the wings of the dawn, And settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
6I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
7I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
7For you have been my help. I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings.
8"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
5Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6My soul has had her dwelling too long With him who hates peace.
7Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
13While you sleep among the campfires, The wings of a dove sheathed with silver, Her feathers with shining gold.
4I will dwell in your tent forever. I will take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Selah.
8Who are these who fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?
13"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
26They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.
27If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
18"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, 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.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
4I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; Yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
26"Is it by your wisdom that the hawk soars, And stretches her wings toward the south?
23I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
13When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;'
8As a bird that wanders from her nest, So is a man who wanders from his home.
10He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.
28You inhabitants of Moab, leave the cities, and dwell in the rock; and be like the dove that makes her nest over the mouth of the abyss.
2Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
52They have chased me sore like a bird, those who are my enemies without cause.
18Then I said, 'I shall die in my own house, I shall number my days as the sand.
22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
7Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.
15Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
7How precious is your loving kindness, God! The children of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings.
28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
4When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more."
16I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.