Shlomo ibn Gabirol
Humble Of Spirit - Poem by Shlomo ibn Gabirol
Humble of spirit, lowly of knee and stature,
But in fear and awe abounding,
I come before Thee.
And in Thy presence to myself appear
As a little earth-worm.
O Thou, who fillest the earth and whose greatness is endless,
Shall one like me laud Thee,
And how shall he honour Thee?
The angels of heaven do not suffice,
How then one like me?
Thou hast wrought good and hast magnified mercies,
Wherefore the soul shall magnify praise of Thee.
Translated by Israel Zangwill
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