Psalms 55:6
And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
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7Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah.
8I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
14As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
15-- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.
4My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
5Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure of David, in his fleeing from the face of Saul into a cave. Favour me, O God, favour me, For in Thee is my soul trusting, And in the shadow of Thy wings I trust, Until the calamities pass over.
1To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
9I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
6I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.
7I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.
18My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
7For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.
8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
5Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
7Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?
13Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.
4I sojourn in Thy tent to the ages, I trust in the secret place of Thy wings. Selah.
8Who `are' these -- as a thick cloud they fly, And as doves unto their windows?
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
26They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
27Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
18And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
4And I -- I said: I have been cast out from before Thine eyes, (Yet I add to look unto Thy holy temple!)
26By thine understanding flieth a hawk? Spreadeth he his wings to the south?
23As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
8As a bird wandering from her nest, So `is' a man wandering from his place.
10And He rideth on a cherub, and doth fly, And He flieth on wings of wind.
28Forsake cities, and dwell in a rock, Ye inhabitants of Moab, And be as a dove making a nest in the passages of a pit's mouth.
2Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me `is' my soul.
52Hunted me sore as a bird have my enemies without cause.
18And I say, `With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'
22Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
7Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.
15He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
7How precious `is' Thy kindness, O God, And the sons of men In the shadow of Thy wings do trust.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.