POEM #4: You, O Yah, Are a Walled Garden Around Me
(a new version of psalm 3)
A song that David plucked, when he fled from the presence of Absalom, his son.
Yah, how abundant are the swarms
Of those who crush me!
What an abundance standing up against me,
Abundant hordes yelling at my inner breath,
“Fruitless is the watchful love of your shepherd,
the Highest One!” Selah