I waited for you, O Thea;
suddenly I felt you bend close to me, listening.
You lifted me out of my pit, out of the mire and clay;
you set me upon a high cliff
and made my movements became sure once more.
A new song left my mouth then,
a song of unfettered joy.
Oh, that I might tell of your wisdom’s way!
but it is beyond my power to describe,
for it is different for each creature, every one of us.
As for me, I have learned that it is enough to say,
“Behold, I come.”
In your book it is written concerning me:
‘I love to do your will, O Thea;
your wisdom is deep in my heart.’”