Turn to the Holy One, my celebrating soul,
And run to worship in holy awe.
To your true world devote your nights and days—
Why, why so bent on chasing empty breath?
For you, like God, have everlasting life,
And God is hidden just as you are;
And is your God immaculate and pure?
You too are pure, you too are innocent.
The Mighty One bears the heavens,
Just as you bear the mortal, speechless clay.
My soul, greet God, your Rock, with gifts of praise,
For nothing has been put on earth like you.
My body, bless your Rock for evermore,
To whom the soul of All forever sings praise.
