They plan against me for no reason
They have cast me out, my own people
With signs, deeds and even harsher words they cast me out
For the enemy to devour, all they want is my downfall

But their wicked desires will not see the light of day
The bearded men did say that a sting from one’s own cloth is sharp
They seek to destroy me with the help of outsiders but my fortress is strong

Do I not serve the God who feeds the bulky elephant yet caters for the small bird?
Does the butterfly with no strong wings, feathers and weapons thrive?
It is true that the piercing of one’s own pocket is really piercing but Jah will see me through


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