Comfort? Where is it? Your promise to me?
my eyes fail from searching so diligently.
Kə·nōḏ, like a wineskin in smoke dry and cracked
yet Your laws and Your statutes I will not neglect.
Count the days of Your servant, how long must I wait
‘Till Your judgment my foes will receive as their fate?
Calamity, that’s what the proud plan for me
but none of their thoughts with Your law would agree.
Constant and true Your commands we can trust
protect me from foes whose attacks are unjust.
Close to death they have brought me right up to the brink
yet from Your good precepts I refuse to shrink.
Covenant love must revive and preserve
so the words from Your mouth I can closely observe.
© J Dan Small