Saturday, August 20, 2016


Julia Stiles: "Jason Bourne"

Shintaku no sentaku 

I trust you now.
Don't let me down.

Deliver me with liberty in responsibility.

Listen to me. Save me. Develop my ability.

Be my refuge in the mountains, the city, the trees
or by the sea. Give me shelter for safety.

You are my rescue dog, my family, my intimate friend

the helpful stranger for whom there is no end.

Deliver me from the plan for deception

by media expression or meaningful intention.

You are my hope,
the confidence of a strong rope.

You have been my confidence in youth

in the search for the truth.

Your promise extends from the virgin womb
to the empty tomb.

My praise will be for you 
until eternal promise comes true.

I have become a prophet of portend for many;

a portal of truth for any.

Do not cast me off in old age.

I will become a salubrious sage.

Forget me not when my strength fails.

I will become an elixir for that which ails.

While my enemies are talking against me,

you allow me to be free without a fee.

They say, "She has been forsaken."

You have said, "She will not be taken."

They say, "There are none who will save."

You have said, "She is very brave."

Don't leave everything to me.

Freedom has a price as you can see.

Let those who engage in personal attack

be brought back to the appreciation of tact.

I will watch for your energy with patience.

None will detract from your radiance.

I will remember your mighty acts

to call to mind the truth of facts.

You have taught me from my youth
to show your love and to value truth.

Do not forsake my maturity.

It will make experience an absurdity.

I will show your strength to this generation

to teach the value of veneration.

Your ecstasy reaches to heaven.

Your reason lifts my spirit like leaven.

You have done great things.

My soul soars as spirit with wings.

You have helped me through adversity.

You helped me to find unity in diversity.

You raised me from the deep places of the earth.

It was as if the world as womb gave me in birth.

I will sing praise with instruments and joy.

I will play with sound like a toy.

Those who sought to disgrace me as a tort
now support my home court as a fort.

71 In te, Domine, speravi

1 In you, O Lord, have I taken refuge; *
let me never be ashamed.
2 In your righteousness, deliver me and set me free; *
incline your ear to me and save me.
3 Be my strong rock, a castle to keep me safe; *
you are my crag and my stronghold.
4 Deliver me, my God, from the hand of the wicked, *
from the clutches of the evildoer and the oppressor.
5 For you are my hope, O Lord God, *
my confidence since I was young.
6 I have been sustained by you ever since I was born;
from my mother's womb you have been my strength; *
my praise shall be always of you.
7 I have become a portent to many; *
but you are my refuge and my strength.
8 Let my mouth be full of your praise *
and your glory all the day long.
9 Do not cast me off in my old age; *
forsake me not when my strength fails.
10 For my enemies are talking against me, *
and those who lie in wait for my life take counsel together.
11 They say, "God has forsaken him;
go after him and seize him; *
because there is none who will save."
12 O God, be not far from me; *
come quickly to help me, O my God.
13 Let those who set themselves against me be put to shame and be disgraced; *
let those who seek to do me evil be covered with scorn and reproach.
14 But I shall always wait in patience, *
and shall praise you more and more.
15 My mouth shall recount your mighty acts
and saving deeds all day long; *
though I cannot know the number of them.
16 I will begin with the mighty works of the Lord God; *
I will recall your righteousness, yours alone.
17 O God, you have taught me since I was young, *
and to this day I tell of your wonderful works.
18 And now that I am old and gray-headed, O God, do not forsake me, *
till I make known your strength to this generation
and your power to all who are to come.
19 Your righteousness, O God, reaches to the heavens; *
you have done great things;
who is like you, O God?
20 You have showed me great troubles and adversities, *
but you will restore my life
and bring me up again from the deep places of the earth.
21 You strengthen me more and more; *
you enfold and comfort me,
22 Therefore I will praise you upon the lyre for your
faithfulness, O my God; *
I will sing to you with the harp, O Holy One of Israel.
23 My lips will sing with joy when I play to you, *
and so will my soul, which you have redeemed.
24 My tongue will proclaim your righteousness all day long, *
for they are ashamed and disgraced who sought to do me harm.

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