This Ode has strangely appeared in a speech by Salome in another ancient work

called the Pistis Sophia.

1 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, because I love thee;

2 O Most High, thou wilt not forsake me, for thou art my hope:
3 Freely I have received thy grace, I shall live thereby:
4 My persecutors will come and not see me:
5 A cloud of darkness shall fall on their eyes; and an air of thick gloom shall darken
them:
6 And they shall have no light to see: they may not take hold upon me.
7 Let their counsel become thick darkness, and what I have cunningly devised, let it
return upon their own heads:
8 For they have devised a counsel, and it did not succeed:
9 For my hope is upon the Lord, and I will not fear, and because the Lord is my
salvation, I will not fear:
10 And He is as a garland on my head and I shall not be moved; even if everything
should be shaken, I stand firm;
11 And if all things visible should perish, I shall not die; because the Lord is with me
and I am with Him. Hallelujah.