My heart is sore pained within me:
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Fear and trembling have seized me:
and darkness has overwhelmed me.
And I said: O that I had wings like a dove!
For then I would fly away and be at rest.
Lo, would I flee far away,
and live in the wilderness.
I would wait for him who will save me
From my cowerdice and from the storm.