You need not fear the terrors of the night, the arrow that flies by day,

He mounted a winged angel and flew; he glided on the wings of the wind.

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

The days of our lives add up to seventy years, or eighty, if one is especially strong. But even one’s best years are marred by trouble and oppression. Yes, they pass quickly and we fly away.