I cried aloud to the LORD, and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah.
A roof to protect from the rain,
three decks below, teeming with life.
Up! up from the depths once again
and three sons secure in the Ark.
Far away from the battle and strife,
from the bite at the heels and the bark;
self-condemned of the theft of a wife;
now the third son is spiked to the pain.
And the glory concealed in the dark,
God’s exalted regalia and train;
Name; raised to most excellent mark —
The Son-of-the-Three takes the knife.