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Psalm Eleven
Оглавление1 In God do I take refuge:How say ye to my soul,Flee as a bird to your mountain;2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,They make ready their arrow upon the string,That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;3 If the foundations be destroyed,What can the righteous do?4 God is in his holy temple;God, his throne is in heaven;His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.5 God trieth the righteous;But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares;Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.7 For God is righteous; he loveth righteousness:The upright shall behold his face.
I have put my trust in you
Not knowing you
Merely sensing you
Suspecting you
The innate they say
Felt
Not understood
Not tested
No trials
Unsurveyed
Still
For the unknowing
You
Five thousand years of promises
To destroy my enemies
Raining fire and brimstone on whose we call wicked
This, the revealed inheritance
Prayed aloud in the camps
By the evicted and the starved
The butchered
The hanged
As the wicked drove off
Afterwards
To their ceaseless celebrations
In Portofino
Cozumel
And Beverly Hills