Reshut L'Neshama Poem by Shlomo ibn Gabirol

Humble of spirit, humble the knee, and statue
I approach you with much fear and awe.

In front of You, I consider myself
Like a worm, small in the ground.

You fill the world, there is no end to Your greatness,
Can one like me praise you? And with what?

The path in not sufficient for angels on high
And for myself, how much more so.

You have bestowed good and extended Your kindness,
And to You, let increase praise, the soul.