Psalm 30 — In the Morning

A Ballad

Young woman wearing white dress reclines on a bed with flowered sheets. She looks pensive.
Image by Taras Shevchenko from Pixabay

I weep all night and cannot rest:
Lord, I cry out to You;
And, in the morning, You are there,
And I shall not be moved.

My enemy gloats at my loss,
Consigns me to the pit;
They claim Your Name but not Your heart,
That brood of hypocrites.




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Esther Spurrill-Jones

Esther Spurrill-Jones

Poet, lover, thinker, human.

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