Psalms 55:7

My heart is severely pained within me.

The terrors of death have fallen on me.

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me.

Horror has overwhelmed me.

I said, “Oh that I had wings like a dove!

Then I would fly away, and be at rest.

“I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and storm.”

Confuse them, Lord, and confound their language,

for I have seen violence and strife in the city.

Day and night they prowl around on its walls.

Malice and abuse are also within her.