[Movement I] Linen lay close where a name should cling, A people were chosen for praise to their King. Hidden in stone, left far from the skin, The girdle was marred where the proud heart went, [Movement II] The cloth came back useless, eaten within. Bottles filled quickly, then vessel struck vessel, A crown lowered down while the south gates were sealed. What would not cling could not represent. [Movement III] Give glory before the last light grows dim, Before stumbling feet find the mountains of night. The prophet wept where no court could hear, A shepherd grieving for captives not yet near. [Bridge] Habit can harden like spots in the hide, When will Jerusalem wash what pride keeps inside? [Coda] The girdle was marred where the proud heart went, What would not cling could not represent. Habit can harden like spots in the hide, When will Jerusalem wash what pride keeps inside?