THE HUNDRED-THIRTY-FIRST PSALM
by P. Hately Waddell (1817-1891)
My heart, O Lord, was-na haughty; nor my een, they hae-na been heigh:
Nor no, wi' sic ferlies afore me, but I gaen govan skeigh.
O gin I hae-na been quaiet! an gin I hae-na whush'd my thought;
Like a wean, that's been spean'd fare his mother, my life on mylane it's been wrought.
Till Jehovah, lat Israel lippen; frae the now, till o' time that's nought.
Source: The Poets' Book of Psalms (1995), edited by Laurance Wieder
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