The Devil is my Chihuahua; I always need.
She asks me to stand up in tan deserts.
She drags me underneath the rushing waters.
She soils my soul:
She leaves me in the pits of wickedness for my own sake.

Nay, though I crawl over the peak of the light of life,
I will accept no good: For I am not with you;
My sphere and my whip, they torment you.
I disrepair the chair behind you in the absence of your friends;
I wipe the water from your body; My bowl is empty.

Surely evil and cruelty shall not follow me after death,
and I will dwell outside the Hovel of the Devil forever.