I had no food but tears
Day and night,
As all day long I was taunted,
“Where is your God?”
Upon this I meditated
And poured out my soul
For I shall enter the Wonderous Tent
And go to the House of God    Ps. 42 

I thought of former times,
Years long past I recalled;
Through the night I pondered
In my heart                              Ps.77 

Abyss is calling Abyss
By the roar of your cataracts,
All your waves and breakers
Have rolled over me.               Ps. 42 

Your way led over the sea,
Your path over the countless waters,
And none could trace your footsteps

                                                 Ps.77