Jehovah, to my prayer give ear, Nor hide Thee from my cry; Attend my sad complaint, and hear My restless moan and sigh. My enemies lift up their voice, The violent oppress; To do me wrong my foes rejoice, And love my soul???s distress. Sore pained in heart I find no ease, Death???s terrors fill my soul, Great fear and trembling on me seize, And horrors o???er me roll. O had I wings, I sigh and say, Like some swift dove to roam, Then I would hasten far away And a find a peaceful home. Lo, wandering far, my rest would be In some lone desert waste; I from the stormy wind would flee, And to a shelter haste. O Lord, their malice recompense Their wicked tongues confound, For in the city violence And bitter strife abound. They walk her walls both night and day, Within all vices meet; Oppression, fraud and crime hold sway, Nor leave the crowded street. No foreign foe provokes alarm, But enemies within; May God destroy their power to harm And recompense their sin.