My heart is sore pained within me:
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Fear and trembling have seized me:
and darkness has overwhelmed me.
And I said: o that I had wings like a dove!
For them I would fly away and be at rest.
Lo, would I flee far away,
and live in the wilderness.
I would wait for him who will save me
from my cowardice and from
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