| As I think of you. | |
| With cries that pierce me to the heart | |
| For I own all the beasts | |
| Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills. | |
| With cries that pierce me | |
| To the heart my enemies | |
| Revile saying all the day | |
| Where is your | |
| God? You love evil more, than good lies more than truth you want | |
| You love the destructive, world you tongue to deceit. | |
| From the land of the living | |
| I will snatch you from your tent and uproot you. | |
| For the sins of their mouths for the curses and lies that shall they speak. | |
| Let me dwell in your tent for ever and hide in the shelter of your dreams. | |
| For you hear my prayer grams the heritage of those. | |
| He will search. | |
| We searches the mind and knows the depths of the heart. | |
| The end of the earth stand in awe at the sight of your wonders | |
| With cries that pierce me | |
| To the heart my enemies | |
| Revile saying all the day | |
| Where is your | |
| God? As I think of you. | |
| With cries that pierce me to the heart | |
| For I own all the beasts | |
| Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills. | |
| From my sins. | |
| Turn away | |
| Your face and blow out all my guilt | |
| Make me hear rejoin and gladness that the bones you have (crushed may thrill). |