You asked me why you didn’t see me in town today…
My friend, I was tired…my oil was dry.
I looked at my lamp, it was going dim.
Before the count of three I took my shoes in my hands,
Looked for the loneliest path and ran into the wilderness
Into the cave of adullam
There I laid my head on a stone and took the scrolls in front of my eyes
I communed with the eternal and strengthened my soul
Before the moon opened its eyes I carried myself on my legs
Left with the last of the locusts and wild honey
I packed my bag and took my walk
My spirit is fatter, my strength is back, my fire is brighter!