That which is the most clandestine is the most perilous as well By the curse of the serpent, I am cursed By his creeping I shall be ruined His sting in my heel was but a start And along with death, afterwards Through my ears, through my eyes He has invaded into my neart Through the holes in my very soul In me the serpent works in secrecy; his presence I do not notice One of his greatest deeds; when I sin, none perceives His undeniable master deed; I sin so secretly even I don't see Not that the Devil is within me But that I've become the devil for myself I do not only hold an adder on my chest But for my own self I am that serpent Let your serpent of brass be ever-present in me Let nim heal this wound, stung by the serpent of old May the lion of Judah stand protecting me Against the roaring lion, seeking whom to devour Grant me the wisdom of serpent to guard me Against the wickedness of the serpent Serpent of brass against the serpent of old Lion of Judah against the one that roars And the spirit or your Dove against them both Against the roaring and the wicked ones