I don’t want to be rich
I don’t want to be famous
I don’t want to be well-dressed
I don’t want to have power
I don’t want to live long
so why do I worry
Oh God, I have so many enemies, so many people are against me! Many say of me: God doesn’t help him. But you, Lord, are my protection, and you give me back my dignity, that I can walk my way upright with my head lifted up.
My soul calls to the Lord, you hear me from the beyond of the mountains. I lie and sleep and awake, for I am in your hand. Therefore I am not afraid of my enemies gathering against me.
Come on, Lord, help me, my God! Let my enemies run out of breath, that their talking against me is reduced to silence. You help me, Lord. Bless all who believe in you.