How good is God to faithful folk, how good to all whose hearts are pure. Yet I was envious when the proud and wicked gained their false allure. They seemed to have no pains or cares, to be immune to human woe. They piled up wealth and laughed at God, “What can the unseen Most High know?” In vain have I kept my heart clean and washed my hands in innocence? Each day my mind more anguished grows, and I have lost all confidence. But when I enter God’s own house, I learn that those who God offend will fade as sure and suddenly as dreams that with the daylight end. When I was filled with bitterness, I had no thought or energy, yet you, O God, were always near: you held my hand and guided me. In heaven whom have I but you? What else on earth could I desire? You are my portion and my rock; your works will all my songs inspire.