Yet he passed away, and lo, he was no more;
I sought him, but he could not be found.

Their eye bulges from fatness [they have more than the heart desires];
The imaginations of their mind run riot [with foolishness].

The stouthearted have been stripped of their spoil,
They have slept the sleep [of death];
And none of the warriors could use his hands.

And turned their rivers into blood,
And their streams, so that they could not drink.

He led them by the straight way,
To an inhabited city [where they could establish their homes].

If You, Lord, should keep an account of our sins and treat us accordingly,
O Lord, who could stand [before you in judgment and claim innocence]?

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?

If I could count them, they would outnumber the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.