Psalm-4 (Original)

(Nostalgic Psalm: a quest for rest.) O that I had the wings of a dove, My soul would fly to be at rest As the eagle flies above the earth, And the sparrow embraces her nest. I would soar above my troubles, Fill my heart with a song And be safe from war against me. How long? O Lord, how long? I watch as an owl in the night, And like the dove—I mourn. When will the darkness be light And the night be gone? But like the sparrow that finds a home And the swallow—a cozy nest, I will dwell at the altar of God And abide in his perfect rest.