A Psalm of David.
To You, O Lord, I call;
My rock, do not be deaf to me,
For if You are silent to me,
I will become like those who go down to the pit.

But I, like a deaf man, do not hear;
And I am like a mute man who does not open his mouth.

I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.

They have venom like the venom of a serpent;
Like a deaf cobra that stops up its ear,

When you lie down among the sheepfolds,
You are like the wings of a dove covered with silver,
And its pinions with glistening gold.