My glory is fresh in me. My bow is renewed in my hand.'

Even to day is my complaint bitter my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

This is my artwork. This is all my process.

With God is my salvation and my honor. The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.

In God is my salvation and my glory the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.

My father's brother is my uncle.

My pen is in my hand.

But the LORD is my defence and my God is the rock of my refuge.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

My aunt is older than my mother.

My sister is older than my brother.

My music is my resistance, he says.

My mother is Jordanian, her nationality is my right.Photo by Frekeeh.

He only is my rock and my salvation he is my defence I shall not be moved.

Gilead is mine. Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is my helmet. Judah is my scepter.

This is my wife Christi, who is just, you know, my muse and my partner for eternity here.

He only is my rock and my salvation he is my defence I shall not be greatly moved.

Behold, God is my salvation I will trust, and not be afraid for the LORD JEHOVAH is my strength and my song he also is become my salvation.

John is not my brother, but my cousin.

My mother is making my father a cake.

But that is my hope, not my forecast.

My dung is burned as fuel. My milk is used for cheese.

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.

The LORD is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.

For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

Now my perspective is a particularly my perspective is a particularly American perspective.

My servant Moses is not so. He is faithful in all my house.

Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?

Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.

Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?

Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me my heart within me is desolate.

My name is known to everybody in my school.

My mother is making a cake for my father.

My mother is making a cake for my father.

My wife is afraid to drive my new car.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

and he said, Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer, even mine

And he said, The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.