Of my offended, of my angry God?
Where shall I sojourn? what kind sea will hide
My head from thunder? where shall I abide,
Until his flames be quench’d or laid aside?
What, if my feet should take their hasty flight,
And seek protection in the shades of night?
Alas! no shades can blind the God of light.
What, if my soul should take the wings of day,
And find some desert? if she spring away
The wings of vengeance clip as fast as they.