37^ LITERATURE OF GNOSTIC WISDOM
I assumed strength from you
and drank your help.
You placed a lamp at my right hand and at my left!
In me nothing is not bright.
Your spirit covered me,
and I took off my robe of skin.
Your right hand raised me
and removed my sickness.
I grew strong in your truth,
holy in your goodness.
My enemies feared me.
I was of the lord by the name of the lord,
and justified by his gentleness.
His rest goes on forever.Song 26
I poured praise on the lord.
I am his.
I recite his holy poem.
My heart is with him.
His harp is in my hand,
and the poems of his rest will not be silent.
I cry to him from my whole heart,
praise and exalt him with my limbs.
From the east and far into the west
is his praise.
From the south and far into the north
confession is his.
And from the top of hills to the greatest peaks
is his perfection.
Who can write the poems of the lord,
or who can read them?
Who can train the soul for life to save the soul?
Who can rest high in the firmament
so that the mouth speaks?
Who can decipher the wonders of the lord?