I say, “I wish I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and settle in a safe place!

When you lie down among the sheepfolds, the wings of the dove are covered with silver and with glittering gold.

For the music director; according to the yonath-elem-rechovim style; a prayer of David, written when the Philistines captured him in Gath. Have mercy on me, O God, for men are attacking me! All day long hostile enemies are tormenting me.