A PSALM OF RIVERS
The rivers of God are full of water:
They are wonderful in the renewal of their strength:
He poureth them out from a hidden fountain.
They are born among the hills in the high places:
Their cradle is in the bosom of the rocks:
The mountain is their mother and the forest is their father.
They are nourished among the long grasses:
They receive the tribute of a thousand springs:
The rain and the snow are a heritage for them.
They are glad to be gone from their birthplace:
With a joyful noise they hasten away:
They are going forever and never departed.
The courses of the rivers are all appointed:
They roar loudly but they follow the road:
The finger of God hath marked their pathway.
The rivers of Damascus rejoice among their gardens:
The great river of Egypt is proud of his ships:
The Jordan is lost in the Lake of Bitterness.
[page 149] Surely the Lord guideth them every one in his wisdom:
In the end he gathereth all their drops on high:
He sendeth them forth again in the clouds of mercy.
O my God, my life runneth away like a river:
Guide me, I beseech thee, in a pathway of good:
Let me flow in blessing to my rest in thee.