To thee, O LORD, I will call. My rock, be not thou deaf to me, lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like those who go down into the pit.

But I, as a deaf man, hear not. And I am as a mute man who opens not his mouth.

And I said, O that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.

Their poison is like the poison of a serpent, like the deaf adder that stops her ear,

Though ye lay between two boundaries, [it is as] the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her pinions with yellow gold.

O deliver not the soul of thy turtle-dove to the wild beast. Forget not the life of thy poor forever.