THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LV

Give Ear, O God, unto my Pray'r; Nor hide from my Request. Attend, and hear my mournful Cry; I roar, I'm so distress'd. My Foes reproach me, I'm oppress'd, By a vile impious Crew; Who load me with foul Crimes, in Wrath, And Hatred, me pursue. My Heart within me's greatly pain'd; Death's Terrors seize me fast; Trembling, and Fear, beset me round; Horror is o'er me cast. "Oh! had I Wings, like to a Dove, (I said, while thus distrest,) "Then would I fly from hence away "And seek a Place of Rest: "Far would I wander, and remain "In some Desart alone; "There swiftly 'scape, till furious Winds, "And Tempests were o'er blown.