Throw Your Cares On the Lord (psalm 55)

O that I had wings like a dove!

I would fly away and be at rest;

Truly, I would flee far away;

I would lodge in the wilderness.

I would hurry to find a shelter for myself

from the raging wind and tempest

Confuse, O Lord, confound their speech.

For I see violence and strife in the city.

Day and night they go around it on its walls;

and iniquity and trouble are within it.

Cast your burden on the Lord,

and he will sustain you;

he will never permit the righteous to be moved.