Princes also did rage, like Herod, against your Anointed,
Sit and speak, their words like sewage flowed.
Against me their horns pushed,
But I trusted in my Christ, my King, my High Priest, my Beloved.
Thy servant did silently wait while words swirled,
Meditate in your judgments, this filled the silence and cut the noise.
Thy statutes are a bundle of myrrh, they soothe hate and polish rage.
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