Though I am joyful with my plenty,
I beg of you to empty my hands.
Though I look upon wondrous things,
I beg of you to make me blind.
How else shall I draw nearer to you
than to be in great need?
May your words be as food to me,
and your commandments clothe me
as fine linen.
May your eternal statutes be the fire
in my bones to keep away the cold,
and your Love be as the light of my eyes.