Oh you, whose name is Love, can I ever love you?
Oh you, whose name is Light, can I shine for you?
Oh you, whose name is Jealous, can I be jealous for you?
Radiant in radiance, captured in glory, shrouded in goodness, you pass before me.
Do not cover me with your hand!
Do not hide me from your goodness!
Even if I am crushed, let me see you.
Even if I die, let me see your face.
Your goodness is overwhelming, your glory destroys my substance until I am left with bones crushed, blood spilled, nothing.
How I long to be nothing.
You whose name is Jealous, come and be jealous for me!
Come and burn for me, as I burn for you.
My fire is weak, my desires spread wide like fading embers.
You whose name is Jealous, come and blow upon my embers with holy breath, until I am caught up in flame, burning, burning jealous for you.
Oh you whose name is Jealous, how jealous you are for me!
How you long for my purity, how you desire my fealty.
For my spirit is wedded, but my soul prostitutes itself out to many lovers. How jealous you are for me!
But you do not want part of me, no.
You desire my fullness.
You have given me yours.
Now you ask for mine.
You whose name is Jealous, make me jealous for you.
You whose name is Jealous, may my name be Jealous, jealous for you.