O Babylonian looking glass--
like Habakkuk I complain--
describe my face, that holiest holy,
mouth, like Asaph, singing my own praise;
describe my brows, limned with pride,
the ark of my own covenant;
describe my eyes, two tablets,
a law inscribed by my own finger;
for spoiling and violence are before me.
O Lord,
how long shall I cry out?
