I have sought your face in the mirror of your word,
Declared to me are the delights of your garden.
My ways are vain but that retreat frees me,
And liberty is found there.
Thou heard me cry out in despair,
“Teach me to eat and drink the delicacies of your table,”
Thy statutes will be my bounty, the sweet fruit of your enclosure.
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