Do not spurn my pleading to you, attend to me, 

O Lord, hear and answer me. 

O Lord, my God, give audience to my prayer 

And from my pleading do not hide. 

My heart is anxious, full of whirling thoughts; 

The fear of death stands over me. 

Had I but wings, as doves have wings, I cry, 

To fly away and be at rest! 

If only I could wander far away 

And in the desert make my home! 

But I will call upon the Lord, my God. 

The Lord will save me from despair. 

At evening, morn and noon, I will lament, 

My supplication he will hear! 

The Lord will surely free my soul in peace, 

From those who war against my life.