I Have Lifted Up My Eyes to the Mountains

I have lifted up my eyes to mountains,
From whence my help shall come to me.
My help is from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.

Look away from thy rottenness,
O pitiful soul.
Thy comfort is a far fly from thyself,
And thou would collapse on the way.

The world hath refused thee,
Its wise has mocked and sneered,
The beauty hath spit in thy face,
This thou hast deserved.

Behold,
He shall neither slumber nor sleep,
That press thee as a grape,
For precious is the wine of thy suffering.

Woe is me,
That my sojourning is prolonged!
Birth has begat my stay in desolation,
But death shall be blissful marriage.

And, death does not apply to the believers, for they will be set apart, a generation that never tasted death. They will be remarked through eternity as the generation that never died.

They are the 24 elders

They are both kings and priests!

I'm surprised there arent more stats and posts to this thread. Although I haven't fully understood its full depth of meaning, I think it is a beautifully written poem. Bravo to the author.