Context: In anguish the psalmist pleads that God be accessible to him and listen to his petition. He is distraught because of persecution by his wicked enemy. In soreness of heart he trembles with the horror of death. Longing for escape from his bitter lot, he imagines himself flying with the swift, sure flight of the dove far away from the howling storm of conflict to the serenity of the distant wilderness:
And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah.
I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.