You placed in my possession a crown of beauty,
sometimes I wish it were one of ashes.
You bathed me in the oil of gladness,
my body glistened,
but I decided to use it to seduce.
Your garment of praise fit me perfectly,
still my spirit despairs.

And yet you haven't given up on me.


Isaiah 6:13


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