Dec 23, 2012

The Translator's Psalm

The WORD is my compass; I am not lost.

It inspireth pastoral contemplation;  it stilleth my mind's unruly waters.

Words restore my tired soul: they lead me through the stacks of the library for a term's sake.

Yea, though I tap the keyboard in the shadow of Google, I will fear no machine: for words are in me; their rhythm and logic comfort me.

I prepare special terminology in the interests of understanding and anoint my keyboard with tea; my cup runneth over.

Surely words without MT shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell with books and good words in abundance.


  1. I couldn't agree more. But:

  2. Indeed. Years ago I used to know that stuff, but as arteries harden... ah well, more to occupy myself with over the holidays :-)

  3. 23rd Psalm? It is my favorite.
    Dondu N. Raghavan


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