The Lord encircles my head like a crown of laurel leaves,
so that I shall never lose sight of Him
or be far from His presence.
He has weaved this crown of truth for me
and has caused its shoots to grow within me;
for this crown is neither withered nor inactive.
Yes, you, dear Lord, are alive upon my head.
You have blossomed within me
and caused your fruits of salvation
to ripen in all their fullness and perfection.