Jehovah kept sending against me his prophets;
again and again they would come against
the chiefs and princes of my heart,
but I did not listen.
And now? Now he has removed me from my people,
sending me into exile;
I wear the prison chains imposed upon me
by a worldly king.
I am in distress.
I have done wrong,
and I am being disciplined for it.
But now, O Jehovah,
look within me,
and see my change of heart!
I am limited in my exile, but look!
My eyes are roving your word,
making me forget these chains of mine.
Look! You are beginning to take shape within my thoughts,
and these prison walls fade away.
Your prophets you do not send,
but their words return to me,
correcting and guiding me,
reaching my heart now unlike before.
I can only hope, Jehovah, Loving Father,
that this exile of mine may not be forever.
Please let it be as long as need be
for the correcting and healing of me,
and no more.
Please do not leave me in this prison forever,
to waste away to nothing,
to die and be taken away to that lasting house,
and no more see any days under the sun.
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