PSALM CHAPTER 13 - 22

PSALM 13

1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
How long, O YHWH? Will You forget
About me forever? And yet
How long will You hide Your face from
Me? 2 How long shall my counsel come
In my soul, having sorrow in
My heart daily and not for sin?
How long will my foe be exalted
Over me, though I’m not one faulted?
3 Consider and hear me, O YHWH
My God, enlighten my eyes, do,
Lest I sleep the sleep of death, 4 lest
My enemy say, “I’ve got best
Against him”, lest who trouble me
Rejoice when I’m moved woefully.
5 But I’ve trusted in Your mercy,
Heart rejoices in Your salvation.
6 I’ll sing to YHWH and with elation,
For He’s dealt bountifully with me.

The enemy without, within, is pain
To soul and heart until at last he’s slain.
The burning question how to conquer self
Again I dust and take down from the shelf.
How long shall nafs be lifted over me?
As long as my veiled eyes refuse to see
That every self is only Self or naught,
And besides You there’s nothing to be sought.
Let me trust in Your mercy and not sight,
Illusions only come to plague the night.
Let cantillation kindle loving fire
By which I see the faces of desire
Melt into one unseen, but loved and known,
The one reality hidden and shown.

PSALM 14

1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
The fool has said in his heart, “No
God.” Now they are corrupt, they show
Abominable works, there’s none
Who does good, no not even one.
2 YHWH looks down from heaven upon
Men’s children, and to see anon
If there are those who understand,
Seek Ælohim on every hand.
3 Together they’ve all turned aside,
Corrupt, not one does good in pride.
4 Have all the wicked no knowledge,
Who eat my people up like bread,
And do not call on YHWH instead?
5 There they are on a great fear’s edge,
For Ælohim’s with righteous folk.
6 You shame the counsel of the poor,
But YHWH’s his refuge at a stroke.
7 Oh, that salvation would come sure
For Israel from the fortress tower!
When YHWH comes back to show His power
Release His folk’s captivity,
Let Jacob joy, Israel sing free.

All men are fools, for each one in his heart
Says there is no God but myself, my art
And strength are singular, I am unique,
There is no other God, and so I seek
My own good and the benefit of none
But those who help inflate this number one,
Ah, not always in just these words, but in
The words that time and place cover its sin.
Beloved, I know there’s no escape from this
Fond whisper of the human heart’s abyss,
For no word is there but the word of You,
Hear only this one prayer, let me be true
And add there is no god but God and so
Relinquish self and my true Self once know.

PSALM 15

1 A Psalm of David.
YHWH, who may abide in Your tent?
Who may live in holy ascent?
2 He who walks uprightly, and works
Righteousness, and speaks truth that irks
In his heart, 3 He does not backbite
With his tongue, nor do evil spite
To his neighbour, nor does he take
Up a reproach for his friend’s sake,
4 In whose eyes the vile is despised,
But honours those who are apprised
To fear YHWH, he swears to his hurt
And does not change, does not revert.
5 He does not put his money out
At interest, nor take bribe in doubt
Against the innocent. He who
Acts in these ways always stands true.

Your tents arise dark against holy hill
To fill my eyes with glory I see still
As I turn from the Kidron and its fill:
Your tents seduce my steps with golden dome
And crimson marble where You make Your home.
My eyes are filled with longing, so I come
To find You spiced and wooed in cardamom
And lavender and veiled in fine-spun gold.
My heart is diced and pounded: it is sold.
Beloved, I would indeed live in Your tent,
Unless conditions stated here prevent.
The ten commandments of the Psalms relent:
I eschew usury, despise the vile,
But may I not backbite the vile a while?

PSALM 16

1 A Michtam of David.
Save me, O El El God, in You
I put my trust. 2 You’ve said to YHWH,
“You are my Lord, my goodness stands
Nowhere apart from Your commands.”
3 As for the saints upon the earth,
“They’re excellent ones in their worth,
In whom is all of my delight.”
4 Their sorrows shall be dynamite
Who hasten after other gods,
Their drink offerings of blood and sods
I will not offer, nor take up
Their names on my lips nor in cup.
5 O YHWH, You are the portion of
My heritage, my cup in love,
And You alone maintain my lot.
6 The lines have fallen in the plot
To me in pleasantness, yes, I
Have a good heritage. 7 And I
Will bless YHWH who has given me
Counsel, my heart too instructs me
In the night seasons righteously.
8 I have set YHWH always before
Me, because He is at the door
At my right hand I’ll not be moved.
9 Therefore my heart is glad and proved,
My glory joys, my flesh also
Will rest in hope that You bestow.
10 For You’ll not leave my soul in hell,
Nor will You let the fetid spell
Of such corruption come to touch
Your holy one or see as much.
11 You will show me the path of life,
In Your presence there is no strife
But joy’s fullness, at Your right hand
Eternal pleasures still command.

I do not take a god who died and rose
As did the Canaanites and I suppose
Egyptians, Babylonians and who
Knows who. Belovèd, I take only You.
I find delight in saints in twelves who sound
Your warning to the godless crowds around.
I live and move in pleasant places, yes,
I know that You are God, I need not guess.
The Holy One, who silently sleeps through
The centuries of wait to live anew,
Sees no corruption, when I meet You there
Who guard the sacred body from the air,
I find You show me to the path of life,
Fulness of joy, and pleasures like a knife.

PSALM 17

1 A Prayer of David.
Hear a just cause, O YHWH, attend
To my cry, and let Your ear lend
To my prayer not made in deceit.
2 Let my vindication complete
Come from Your presence, let Your eyes
Look on the things upright and wise.
3 You have tested my heart, and You
Have visited me in the night,
You have tried me and all I do
And have found nothing in Your sight,
For I have purposed faithfulness
That my mouth shall never transgress.
4 And concerning the works of men,
By the word of Your lips again,
I’ve kept from the destroyer’s paths.
5 Uphold my footsteps in Your paths,
That my footsteps may never slip,
But walk on firmly while I sip.

The heart, the lips, the works come step by step
And in those three degrees of hip and hep
The path of right and wrong is full revealed,
Even the heart is capable and sealed
To bring forth good or evil in its yield.
You test the heart, Beloved, in the night season
When action no more covers perfect reason,
And judge whether the sin is their laid bare,
Or whether righteousness sleeps with the fair.
Beloved, the lips are left for me to take
Control of after You in silent wake
Have taken over heart and cast out sin.
And from the lips pour out in action’s bin
The life on sod or death upon the stake.

6 I’ve called upon You, for You’ll hear
Me, El El God, incline Your ear
To me, and hear my speech. 7 Show Your
Marvellous loving-kindness’ store
By Your right hand, O You who save
Those who trust, from those who are brave
To rise up. 8 Keep me as the apple
Of Your eye, hide me under dapple
Wings with which You have shadowed me,
9 From the wicked who oppress me,
And deadly foes surrounding me.
10 They have closed up their fat and sleek,
And with their mouths they proudly speak.
11 They’ve now surrounded us in our
Steps, they have set their eyes on power,
Crouching down to the earth to slay,
12 As lion quick to tear his prey,
And like young lion lurking in
Secret places. 13 Arise and win,
O YHWH, confront him, cast him down,
Deliver my life from the frown
Of the wicked and with Your sword,
14 With Your hand from such men, O Lord
YHWH, from men of the world with their
Portion in life, and in the air,
Whose belly You fill with Your treasure,
Hidden to satisfy their measure
With children, and leave the rest of
Their goods for their babes whom they love.
15 As for me, I will see Your face
In righteousness without mistake,
I’ll be satisfied to awake
In Your likeness and in Your place.

By the word of Your lips, Beloved, I keep
Remembrance in my waking and my sleep.
You visit me at night, what do You find?
Nothing at all, not even deaf and blind.
For in remembrance I have cast off all
That might be self against Your Self’s recall.
My will is Yours, and let Your will be mine.
The nothing then You find shall sit and dine.
Cut with Your sword the wicked one in me
And like the surgeon save my life and see
My belly filled with hidden treasure sought
In every market place, though never bought.
And from the surgeon’s knife I shall awake
Upon the screen of nothing for Your sake.

PSALM 18

1 To the Chief Musician. To David a psalm,
The servant of YHWH, who spoke to YHWH the calm
Words of this song on the day when YHWH had saved
Him from the hand of all his enemies braved
And from the hand of Saul. And he said “I will
Love You, O YHWH, my strength.” 2 YHWH is my rock still
And my fortress, indeed my deliverer,
My God, my strength, in whom I trust, my shielder
And the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
3 I will call upon YHWH, whose praise may be told
So shall I be saved from every enemy.
4 The pangs of dreaded death have surrounded me,
And floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
5 Sorrows of Sheol surrounded me and stayed,
The snares of death confronted me with feared raid.
6 In my distress I called upon YHWH, and cried
Out to my God, He heard my voice satisfied
From His temple, and my cry came before Him,
Even unto His ears that have not grown dim.

I cry Allahu akbar in distress
Toward Your house, Beloved, that You may bless
The soul in sorrows. Though my years are few
And I have tasted little of sweet dew
Of morning prayers, my sorrow still abounds.
My ear tuned to the early morning sounds
Is blemished with the rumours of new war
And hurt to hear word of conspirator
Against the peace and faith for subtle gain
Of oil. I seem to raise my prayer in vain
To silence such conspiracy, but then
Above the fury of the how and when
I hear my lips once more cry out in faith
You’re greater far than earth- or water-wraith.

7 Then the earth shook and trembled, the foundations
Of the hills also quaked shaken gyrations,
Because He was angry. 8 Smoke went up from His
Nostrils, and a devouring fire from His
Mouth, coals were kindled by it. 9 He bowed the skies
Also, and then came down with darkness in guise
Under His feet. 10 And He rode upon cherub,
And flew, He flew upon the wings of the hub
Of wind. 11 He made the darkness His secret place,
His canopy around Him dark waters’ face,
Thick clouds of the skies. 12 From the brightness before
Him, thick clouds passed, hailstones, coals of fire that soar.
13 YHWH thundered from heaven, and the Most High spoke
With His voice, hailstones and coals of fire and smoke.
14 He sent out His arrows and scattered the foe,
Abundant lightnings, and He vanquished their show.

Now that the century of cannon and the fire
Of missiles atomic above the choir
Has made the arrow obsolete, do You
Remember to up-grade Your derring-do?
Two thousand years ago and even three
It may have been enough to go on spree
With arrows in the thunder and the rain,
But now men have a better sort of stain.
Beloved, the arrows I see in the sky
To crash about they say are now more spry
Than arms in ages past, the energy
You waste on weather could kill all men free
Who rise against Your law, who rise in hate
Or in the simple incommensurate.

15 Channels of the sea appeared, the foundations
Of the world were uncovered to the nations
At Your rebuke, O YHWH, at Your nostrils’ breath’s
Blast. 16 He sent from above, He took me from death’s
Many waters. 17 He saved me from my strong foe,
From those who hated me, for their overthrow
Was too strong for me. 18 They confronted me in
My calamity’s hour, but YHWH would begin
To be my support. 19 He also brought me out
Into a broad place, He saved me with a shout
Because He delighted in me. 20 YHWH rewards
Me according to my righteousness, not swords,
According to the cleanness of my hands He
Has recompensed me. 21 For I have kept fully
The ways of YHWH, and I have not wickedly
Departed from my God. 22 For all His judgements
Before me, I did not put away His fence
Of statutes from me. 23 I was also blameless
Before Him, I kept myself from wickedness.
24 Therefore YHWH has recompensed me according
To my righteousness, according to cleanness
Of my hands before His face in His seeing.
25 With the merciful You show Yourself to be
Merciful, with a blameless man You will show
Yourself blameless, 26 With the pure You show also
Yourself pure, and with the devious You show
Yourself devious. 27 For You will save humble
Folk, but will bring down haughty looks. 28 For You light
My lamp, YHWH my God will my darkness make bright.

A wind, Beloved, a fire and lamp You are
To the pure who look constant to Your star.
I follow David in his great desire
To walk in righteousness and in the fire
Of living service, blameless in the way.
Show Yourself pure with me, I seek the day
Of Your appearing. Let me see the tricks
You play on tricksters, other lunatics,
You are the best of tricksters, so You say
In later Scriptures in a warning word.
Give me clean hands, not those in water stirred,
But clean hands in the actions that are right.
Water does not clean hands made of mere clay,
But actions that can meet the cloud and light.

29 For by You I can run against a troop, by
My God I can leap over a wall set high.
30 God! His way’s perfect, the words of YHWH refined,
A shield is He to all such who are not blind
To trust in Him. 31 For who is God, except YHWH?
And who’s a rock, except our God? 32 El El God
Who arms me with strength, and makes my way of sod
Smooth. 33 He makes my feet like the fleet feet of deer,
And sets me on my high places. 34 Without fear
He teaches my hands to make war, so my arms
Can bend a bow of bronze. 35 In the face of harms
You’ve also given me shield of salvation,
Your right hand has held me up with elation,
Your gentleness has made me great. 36 You enlarged
My path under me, my feet when they had charged
Did not slip. 37 I have pursued my enemies
And overtaken them, neither did I please
To turn away again till they were destroyed.
38 I have wounded them, so they could not be buoyed,
They have fallen under my feet. 39 For You’ve armed
Me with strength for the battle, and You have harmed
Subduing under me who rose against me.
40 You have also given my foes’ necks to me,
So that I destroyed all those who hated me.
41 They cried out, but none saved, they cried out to YHWH,
But He did not answer them. 42 I beat them too
As fine as the dust before the wind, I cast
Them out like driven dust in the streets amassed.
43 You have delivered me from a striving folk,
You’ve made me the head of the nations You spoke,
And a people I have not known shall serve me.
44 As soon as they hear of me they obey me,
The foreigners submit to me, 45 fade away,
And come frightened from the hideouts where they stay.
46 YHWH lives! Blessed be my Rock! Let be exalted
The God of my salvation, and not faulted.
47 El El God avenges me, subdues the folk
Beneath me, 48 delivers me from my foes’ stroke,
You also lift me up above those who rise
Against me, delivered me from who despise.
49 Therefore I’ll give thanks to You, O YHWH, among
The Gentiles, and praises to Your name I’ve sung.
50 Great deliverance does He give to His king,
Mercy to His anointed one does He bring,
To David and his descendants old and young.

Beloved, who ride upon the wings of wind,
The wind invisible, undisciplined
About my face, I lift these cheeks red with
The stamping of Your horse’s hooves (though myth),
In hopes invisible though You must be,
As are Your flying horses in the tree,
That You will plant a passing kiss upon
The one that holds You loved here in the dawn.
A son of David I aspire to be
As I recite the Psalms here in the lee
Of passing winds and storms that bear Your name,
Which though unseen, I praise it just the same.
I sing this Sabbath in the month of fasting,
Though wind pass, You, Beloved, are everlasting.

PSALM 19

1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
The heavens do declare the glory
Of El El God, and so the story
Of His handiwork’s shown indeed
By firmament with all good speed.
2 Day unto day utters speech, and
Night unto night reveals the hand
Of knowledge. 3 There’s no speech nor tongue
Where their voice is not heard and sung.
4 Their line’s gone out through all the earth,
And their words to the planet’s girth.
In them He has set up a tent
For the sun, 5 like a bridegroom went
Out of his chamber, rejoicing
Like a strong man to run and spring.
6 Its rising’s from one end of heaven,
Its circuit to the other ends,
And there is nothing, even leaven,
That’s hidden from the heat it sends.

Some worship the sun that You’ve set abroad
To light and warm the budding leaf on sod,
The bightness of gold and the flame of fame
That flickers on the dusty page of game,
The lusty fire that springs up in the heart
To rage a while and all too soon depart.
The line of sun goes all around the earth
And shows that all men lie within one berth.
Beloved, though I am bound to that round where
The sun and star in circuit come to share
Obedience to You, I break the bands
And rush to You and come beneath Your hands.
Though nothing’s hidden from the solar pass,
It is itself a witness of Your glass.

7 The law of YHWH is perfect, and
Converting the soul to Your band,
The testimony of YHWH’s sure,
Making wise the simple and pure,
8 The statutes of YHWH, they are right,
Rejoicing the heart in the night,
The commandment of YHWH is pure,
Enlightening the eyes, 9 the fear
Of YHWH is clean, and shall appear
To everlasting, the judgments
Of YHWH are true and a defence,
And righteous altogether too.
10 More to be desired they than gold,
Yea, than fine gold, and sweeter too
Than honey and the honeycomb.
11 Moreover by them Your servant
Is warned, in keeping them is home
And great reward. 12 Who can with cant
Start to understand errors sold?
Cleanse me from secret faults. 13 Keep back
Your servant from presumptuous tack,
Let them not have dominion on
Me, then I shall be blameless drawn,
And innocent of great transgression.
14 Let the words of my mouth’s confession
And meditation of my heart
Be acceptable on Your part,
O YHWH, my strength and my Redeemer,
My strength, O YHWH, and my Redeemer.

All things obey, Beloved, all things obey
Their maker in their going on their way.
The sun itself submits to Your command,
And only man thinks to resist Your hand.
All things obey, but all things do not love.
Your words upon my tongue with tastings of
The sweetest honey all profess that I
Go past obedience to love, then die.
The weight of love displaces human will,
And shows it to be nothing but the mill
Of veiled illusions, let it die or live.
The only I I am is here to give
Itself to You, and so let always be
No I but You now and eternally.

PSALM 20

1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
May YHWH answer you in the day of trouble,
May the name of the God of Jacob double
Your defence, 2 May He send you help from the gate
Of the temple, and strengthen you where you wait
Upon the fortress. 3 May He remember all
Your offerings, accept holocaust when You call.
4 May He grant you according to your heart’s wish,
And fulfil all your purposes with relish.
5 We’ll rejoice in Your salvation, in the name
Of our God we’ll set up our banners’ acclaim!
May YHWH fulfill all your requests in His name.
6 YHWH saves His anointed, and now that I know,
He’ll answer him from His holy heaven’s show,
And with the saving strength of His right hand’s go.
7 Some trust in chariots, and some in horses,
But we will remember where our great name is:
In YHWH our Ælohim. 8 They bowed down and fell,
But we have arisen and stand upright well.
9 Save, YHWH! May the King answer us when we call.

I sacrifice myself upon the fire,
My bones are burnt and burnt is my desire.
Accept my sacrifice that rushes up,
A spark, a grape divided in the cup.
I fly to You as one small burning ash
That in a moment’s time, a second flash,
Extinguishes in You, the star-filled night,
The silence of the universe, a slight
Thing, then a nothingness and then at last
The wholeness of the Undivided fast
And bound in glory and unchanging light,
Unfailing love and love burnished and bright.
I sacrifice myself upon the fire,
Accept my sacrifice is my desire.

PSALM 21

1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
The king shall with his joy in Your strength outbid,
O YHWH, and in Your salvation how greatly
Shall he rejoice! 2 You have given him freely
His heart’s desire, have not withheld the request
Of his lips. 3 For You meet him with goodness blessed,
You set a crown of pure gold upon his head.
4 He asked life from You, You gave it him instead
In length of days forever and forever.
5 His glory’s great in Your salvation, honour
And majesty You’ve placed on servitor.
6 For You have made him most blessèd forever,
You have made him exceedingly glad with Your Presence.
7 For the king trusts in YHWH, indeed YHWH, and through
The mercy of the Most High he shall not true
Be moved. 8 Your hand will find all Your enemies,
Your right hand will find those who hate You to please.
9 You shall make them as a fiery oven in
The time of Your anger, then YHWH shall begin
To swallow them up in His wrath, and the fire
Shall devour them. 10 Their offspring You shall in ire
Destroy from the earth, and their descendants from
Among the sons of men. 11 Against You they come
Intending evil, they have devised a plot
Which they are not able to give their best shot.
12 Therefore You will make them turn back, You will make
Ready on Your bowstring toward their faces’ sake.
13 Be now exalted, O YHWH, in Your own strength!
We will sing and we shall praise Your power at length.

Ah, my Beloved, how do You put Your darts
Upon the bowstring, and despite their arts
Not one among Your enemies but feels
The sting of arrow to the heart and wheels
In whirling, burning love to You alone!
All men must come to bow before Your throne,
And every enemy must feel the fire
That burns all enmity and all desire.
The king thus lays his crown upon the ground
For love and joy and gladness he has found
To be near You, before Your throne rejoicing
With cherub choirs and seraph choirs a-voicing
In heaven their praises while on earth the birds
And beasts make joyful memory of Your words.

PSALM 22

1 To the Chief Musician. Set to “The Deer of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David.
My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?
Far from helping me, my words of agony?
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You
Do not hear, and in the night time, it is true
I am not silent. 3 But You are holy, and
Dwelling in the praises of Israel’s hand.
4 Our fathers trusted in You, they trusted, and
You delivered them. 5 They cried to You, and were
Delivered, they trusted in You, and they were
Not ashamed. 6 But I am a worm, and no man,
A reproach of men, despised by those who can.
7 All those who see me ridicule me, they shoot
Out the lip, they shake the head, saying to boot,
8 “He trusted in YHWH, let Him rescue him, let
Him deliver Him, He delights in Him yet!”

The sweet Messiah on the torture stake,
Not to say heathen cross and so awake
The prejudice of neighbour on the left,
Sang this Psalm aloud when he felt bereft.
How many men sent from the throne divine
With messages and actions in the wine
Of revelation have felt all alone.
The crossly way is common if a groan.
Beloved, I’ve met my crosses in the way
Of my own throat in passages to sway,
In those who trample me as they would climb
Illusions hill of wealth and fame sublime,
In church and synagogue, in mosque and where
The faithful gather to engage in prayer.

9 But You are He who took me out of the womb,
You made me trust while on my mother’s breasts’ room.
10 I was cast upon You from birth, and from my
Mother’s womb You have been my God and so nigh.
11 Be not far from me, for now trouble is near,
For there is none to help. 12 Many bulls for fear
Have surrounded me, strong ones of Bashan have
Encircled me. 13 They gape at me with their suave
Mouths, like a raging and roaring lion. 14 I
Am poured out like water, and all my bones shy
Are out of joint, my heart is like wax, it has
Melted within me. 15 My strength is dried up as
A potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, You
Have brought me to the dust of death. 16 For dogs do
Surround me, congregation of the unmeet
Has enclosed me, attacking my hands and feet,
17 I can count all my bones. They look, stare at me.
18 They divide my garments among them freely,
And for my clothing they cast lots. 19 But You, O
YHWH, do not be far from me, O my Strength, Oh,
Hasten to help me! 20 Deliver me from sword,
My precious life from the power of the dog’s lord.

As dervish and a dog, I do protest
The use of such terms for those who’re not best!
And yet I know my own fussed doggish ways
Are just as unrighteous as those in plays
For power and right. I hang my head in shame
To hear You whistle when You call my name.
I come with tail down, squirming where I find
Your hand to pat my head, for You are kind.
Beloved, let me, a wet dog, not ignite
A word against Your Messiah for night,
But let his struggles for the manly cross
Be in my heart successful to emboss
My flesh with an obedience to You
That’s shown in love by everything I do.

21 Save me from the lion’s mouth and from the horns
Of the wild oxen! You’ve replied to my bournes.
22 I will declare Your name to my brothers, in
The assembly I will praise You without sin.
23 You who fear YHWH, praise Him! All you descendants
Of Jacob, glorify Him, and fear His grants,
All you offspring of Israel! 24 For He has not
Despised nor abhorred the affliction that’s wrought
On the afflicted, nor has He hidden His
Face from him, but when he cried to Him, He is
The One to hear. 25 My praise shall be of You in
The great assembly, I shall pay without sin
My vows before those who fear Him. 26 The poor shall
Eat and be satisfied, those who seek Him shall
Praise YHWH. And let your heart live forever, do!
27 All the ends of the world shall remember YHWH
And turn to Him, and all the families of
The nations shall worship before You in love.
For the kingdom’s YHWH’s, He rules over nations.
29 All the prosperous of earth shall eat rations
And worship, all those who go down to the dust
Shall bow before Him, even he who must trust
In You to keep himself alive. 30 A remnant
Shall serve Him and be counted of the Lord’s grant
For a generation, 31 They’ll come and declare
His righteousness to a people not yet there
Who will be born, that He has made this His share.

The poor shall eat and thus be satisfied!
What promises the prophet notified!
Whole duty as it seems of humankind
Is just to eat, and bowing to earth find
To kiss the earth which gives the bread is true
And righteous sacrifice and prayer to You.
O my Beloved, let me eat and be fat
And I shall tell the secret where You’re at.
I am not one to keep myself alive,
But bow to dust and in my bowing strive
To find You here before the cunning dogs,
The lions and wild oxen catch my clogs.
Beloved, enthroned in praises that I sing,
Let my breath fly with You as You take wing.

AUTHOR: THOMAS G. MCELWAIN

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