Chapter 3
O Jehovih, give me words rich in Your praise; my soul is like a fountain springing up out of the earth.
I would look upon You; into Your face, O my Creator, Who takes away my breath by the awe of Your countenance.
You, Who fashioned the broad earth and the high heavens! O, the works of Your hand, Jehovih!
Where shall I start with my song to You; or find words to laud the Almighty?
Proclaim His Unity, O my beloved; proclaim Him, in one breath, together, O all you people, Jehovih! Jehovih!
O if I could magnify words to Your Omnipotence, or hold up the perfection of Your Person in fine speech!
But I am as one distracted by the overwhelming scene. My words stumble and stop continually before Your surprising creations.
O if only I could find a starting point; or knew a way to make rhymes and meters without rules, like the works of Jehovih! SAR Chapter 4 Bon’s Praise