To thee, YAHUAH, do i look.
Oh! , My God, i trust in you.
My foe scolds me, have them not,
Break them like chaff, even like hu-wars' knot.
On thee did my attention tarry,
Proove me and make me merry.
Mockery is by me, squeezing out my faith.
Deliver me O YAHUAH, before my faith's death.
17: 16: 11: 14: 14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem