Psalm  19

          The sky records the Divine One's wealth and work
          throughout the day, throughout the night.

          There’s no language, no word
          where the stars' voice cannot be heard:
          no place too far to miss their sound.

          Their divine lines go from heaven to earth, 
          even to chaos' edge 
           where Shemesh the sun has pitched his tent.

          Shemesh, awaited like the bridegroom
          to leave his room for all to praise,
          runs like a warrior his arc through the sky,
          from earth's edge to earth's edge.

               Torah: Yahweh's
                         light
               for the eyes, for the heart
                          joy.

          Yahweh's ways, orders, rulings, guidelines
          are perfect, ideal, certain in every detail, 
          more precious than the purest gold,
          sweeter than the sweetest honey.
                      …….

Torah's light glows even on your worthless slave. I've been  enriched by heeding it yet it reveals sins of which I've been unaware. Oh, forgive me for these and keep me from pride so that only you own me and I stay in the ideal way, captive to you, and innocent.

Yahweh,  I want my every thought, my every word to please you, towering cliff, protective  parent.