⁶ And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove!
    I would fly away and be at rest;^(A)

⁷ truly, I would flee far away;
    I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah

¹⁴ O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face;
    let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.^(A)

¹⁶ The terror you inspire
    and the pride of your heart have deceived you,
you who live in the clefts of the rock,^[a]
    who hold the height of the hill.
Although you make your nest as high as the eagle’s,
    from there I will bring you down,
            says the Lord.^(A)