Lord the days are so bad the more you hide me
The fowler's snare hast delivered my steps
When looking for my soul Thy jealousy are
When they leave in my tracks feel Thy perfume

When my accusers against me rise
Me taking your times where I do not reach
Rest because I know that you are in the lookout tower
Keeping me from the temptations of night and day

Sometimes it makes you want to fly and go
I'm in no hurry to move in with you now
So much longing in my heart of comfort here
And the feeling that the sky is already in me