The dew of the Lord rinsed me with silence
and a cloud of peace rose over my head,
It became my salvation.
Everybody quivered in horror.
They issued smoke and a judgment,
but I was silent, near my Lord,
who was more than shadow, more than foundation.
He carried me like a child by its mother.
He gave me milk, his dew,
and I grew in his bounty,
rested in his perfection.
I spread my hands out as my soul pointed to the firmament
and I slipped upward to him
who redeemed me.