To the carriers of the articles of the Lord's house

Do not fear the reproach of mere mortals;
Or be terrified by their insults.
Be awake, stay alert in good health;
And clothe yourself with strength.
Sorrow and troubles will flee; you’ll be shield from any offender.
Let your mind be freed; put on the garment of splendour.
Wipe the dust from the soles of your feet.
Prepare your soul for the king that it’ll meet.
Sit enthroned; be patient like a child.
Imitate your father, for even in pain, he smiled.