While the king listens to my prayers, he Sitteth at his table of delights. My spikenard rises, and Sendeth forth the incense of my soul. The smell thereof beckons.
Deal bountifully and set this prayer before you. With incense, receive my offering. Thy servant wonders at your goodness; That you tarry with me. I may be impatient, and Live an inconsistent life, And invalidate my offering. Keep me for your own sake, And for the honor of thy word.