Die weerkrag van my heil
by wilde waterweë en
hemelsfere in die
oneindigheid
Waar die nagtelike hemel
skyn met tint- en glans-
gewemel
U oordeel vol geheimenis
in u rykstroon ver bokant
die hemelboë - stygend in
wentelkringe
U strafgerigte dring soos skigte
wyl die smeltend-skone harp-
en sitertone liefd’en lof
verklank
Die Berymde Psalms en Evangeliese
Gesange, NG Kerk Uitgewers 1958
Aanhalings uit Psalms 8, 9, 18, 33, 38.
(Playing with Archaic Terms from the 1958-Psalm
book published by the Dutch Reformed Church
by stringing striking expressions together)
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