Here I am again. You gave me relief once, come down to listen again.
To whom it may concern: why must you laugh at everything I love, everything that is true and beautiful? You refuse to give up your cultural trash and manipulative lies! Listen: God has set apart for himself everyone who loves what he loves — and he listens when I pray.
Oh my soul, be angry, but do not allow hate to soak into your bones when you lie in bed awake. You belong to God, trust him to make things right.
Everyone is in despair. Lord, show us your face. For my part, I am satisfied with your beauty, and rejoice even more than your enemies do when their plans succeed and their wealth grows.
I will not only lie in bed — I will sleep, because God alone is my hope.