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Psalm 42

1] As a garden prepared to be irrigated with the waters of heavenly wisdom,
    so is my soul prepared for you, O Goddess:
        my soul longs for you, O Goddess,
    longs for water brooks with your sweet wisdom overflowing
2] My soul thirsts for Goddess,
    for the Goddess ever-living, Goddess of beginningless and endless life:
        how much longer until I see the sweet beauty of her face?
3] I long to drink of the wine of heaven,
    yet day and night I have had naught to drink
        but the wine of my own tears:
    and the enmity and the usurpers and the false and lying prophets,
        ever do they mock me, saying, Where is your Goddess?
4] When these things I however imperfectly remember,
    inwardly do I pour out my soul:
        none but I knows its innermost secrets,
        save for she who perfectly remembers
            all that has been and will be,
            even herself so thinking:
    with a great multitude I had gone in pilgrimage
        unto the holy temple of our Goddess:
    joyous voices of praise, the multitude observing the holy festival.
5] Why are you downcast, O my spirit?
    and why are you so troubled, inwardly and secretly?
        Hope in the ultimate Goddess:
    for again will I praise her,
        for the help of her beautiful countenance,
            which she reveals to me in dreams,
            those dreams with which by her will I am favoured
6] O my Goddess, inwardly downcast is my spirit:
    yet through remembrance of your glory my spirit will be healed:
        the holy river descends from your heavens
            with waters of wisdom:
    you pour out your wisdom upon the many lands,
        as a great storm whose rain moistens the arid ground:
    it falls upon the great holy mountains,
        and even upon the smallest among hills
7] The roar of your holy waterfalls declares the depths of your wisdom,
    the call thereof draws those who love you unto truth:
        and the same we hear in another roar,
        the tumult of the raging sea that you are,
            the Sea of all souls united as one,
            O Great Mother the Sea!
    May I hear and know your truth,
        even as your waves and billows sweep over me
8] Yet Maratrea will command by her burning passion,
    her will of means and her will of ends:
        in the day time through which she purchases
            the holy night of blessing,
            even in the midst thereof:
    throughout shall her sweet song be with me,
        that voice that caresses my ears;
    and my prayer unto my Goddess
        who alone grants me life in its fullest,
            which is the glory of blessing
9] In my error I have said and may say,
    unto Goddess my certain foundation:
            Why have you forgotten me?
    Yet in truth she has never nor will ever forget,
        in perfect memory —
            save by that very wilful forgetfulness
            by which she became me:
                yet as she forgets she remembers,
                and besides forgets not ever:
    Why then do I mourn when the enmity oppresses me?
10] The taunts of the servants of the enmity ache my bones:
    every day they mock me, saying, Where is your Goddess?
11] Why are you downcast, O my spirit?
    and why are you so troubled, inwardly and secretly?
        Hope in the ultimate Goddess:
    for again will I praise her,
        for the help of her beautiful countenance,
            which she reveals to me in dreams,
            those dreams with which by her will I am favoured
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