Psalms 55:1-5

Great(i) 1 To the chaunter in melodyes, an instruccyon of Dauid. Heare my prayer (O God) and hide not thy selfe fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me, and heare me, how I mourne in my prayer, & am vexed. 2 The enemy cryeth so, and the vngodly cometh on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some mischefe, so maliciously are they sett agaynst me. 3 My herte is dysquyeted within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me. 4 Fearfulnes and trembling are come vpon me, and an horryble drede hath ouerwhelmed me. 5 And I sayd: O that I had winges like a doue, for then wold I flie awaye, and be at reste.