Happy the man in whose
spirit is no guile.
His offense is forgiven.
God imputes no guilt.
His sin is remitted.
You surround me
with the cries of deliverance.
You embalm my soul
and I live in purity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and I live in purity.....significant....thank u, dear poet....