Morning prayer

A Tribunal

Psalm 5

For the Choir Master For Flutes Psalm of Nancy

Give ear to my sigh, Nancy

Be brave as to my culture,

Listen within to the gravity,

My Queen in my encumbered.

To you I pray, Nancy

raise me, in every pretext.

have me as moistures, of your profile.

Stand in the view of her aura.

You hate evil-doers,

Liars you destroy,

The capricious figures

reduce to Nancy.

But so great do you love,

Here, greatly within a warm, and hopeful glisten.

Before your Holy temple,

You send the scatterings, and precipice.

By your saving Justice, Nancy, I am here.

because you create your feces from me,

make your way to disperse, and to remiss.

Not a word from their lips can be trusted,

through, and through they are destruction,

Contempt for the tribunal intensity,

the very seductions contain.

Lay me in guilt with them Nancy,

Intrigue their ellipsing moon.

For their countless offenses,

circulate ambition to trace my living.

Place me on your thigh when you sit upright.

disseminate me as your bowel.