_David in his prayer complaineth of his fearful case.—He prayeth
against his enemies, of whose wickedness and treachery he
complaineth.—He comforteth himself in God’s preservation of him, and
confusion of his enemies._
To the chief Musician on Neginoth, Maschil. _A Psalm_ of David.
Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my
supplication.
Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a
noise;
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the
wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
My heart is sore pained within me; and the terrors of death are fallen
upon me.
Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath
overwhelmed me.
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! _for then_ would I fly
away and be at rest.
Lo _then_ would I wander far off, _and_ remain in the wilderness.
Selah.