Regaining My Weakness? Poem by Edgar Andrade Baguio

Goliaths are laughing out loud!
Delilahs are advancing boldly
David! Samson! Are you in a cloud?
Let me borrow your strength nobly.

No! You both can’t lift me hither,
For judgements had passed you thither;
I am on my own in this great battle,
And hope to be the last one so subtle;
Now, I implore to the Holy One,
To bless me with His love as before;
So I can conquer my Goliaths and won,
To dance with my Delilahs no more;

But why am I conquered instead?
And enjoy the dances of the dead?