4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me. 5Fearefulnesse and trembling are come vpon me, and horrour hath ouerwhelmed me. 6And I said, O that I had wings like a doue; for then would I flee away and be at rest.7Loe, then would I wander farre off, and remaine in the wildernesse. Selah. 8I would hasten my escape from the windie storme, and tempest.