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Give ear to my prayer, O God; And do not hide Yourself from my supplication.
Give heed to me and answer me; I am restless in my complaint and am surely distracted,
Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the pressure of the wicked; For they bring down trouble upon me And in anger they bear a grudge against me.
My heart is in anguish within me, And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
Fear and trembling come upon me, And horror has overwhelmed me.
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I said, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.
"Behold, I would wander far away, I would lodge in the wilderness. Selah.
"I would hasten to my place of refuge From the stormy wind and tempest."
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