Chapter X.—With God There is True
Rest and Life Unchanging.
18. Who can unravel that twisted and tangled
knottiness? It is foul. I hate to reflect on it. I hate to look on
it. But thee do I long for, O righteousness and innocency, fair and
comely to all virtuous eyes, and of a satisfaction that never
palls! With thee is perfect rest, and life unchanging. He who
enters into thee enters into the joy of his Lord, and shall have no fear, and shall do excellently in the most Excellent. I sank away from Thee, O my God, and I wandered too far from Thee, my stay, in my youth, and became to myself an unfruitful land.