1. O God's trustee, I have no plan
Yet I have singled out my friends with plans

2. I am in the cunning of a dark one
Who makes the old man commit every mistake

3. Difficult is the path that frightens
Everyone who climbed and descended in it

4. Grant me from You what You granted them
An open plain that spreads my hands that did not expand

5. Build me in it a home for myself
And for my offspring a surplus after surplus

6. My dwelling has not ceased being near You
So redo for me the habit of nearness only

7. Everyone you brought near is happy
And whoever you distanced, shame and wrath