O CHRIST MY HOPE

In you, O Christ my Hope, my hopes depend;

Amid confusing wickedness, defend;

I do not trust in images or art,

For nothing can be certain on man’s part.

My Hope, Thou art mine own, through rock and fire:

I’ll cross the seas, if that’s what you require;

Your arms will even overcome the sea,

Wherever your command to me may be.

Elizabeth Jane Weston (c.1581-1612)

This is my version of the following.  Any clarification of the Latin would be appreciated.

In Symbolam Westoniae Auctoris

Spes mea Christus

In te, Christe, mihi spes derivata recumbit; 

Sed ne confundant me mala tot, fer opem: 

Non ego imaginibus confido, ne arte; salutis, 

Quam spero, certae nil mihi praestat homo. 

Tu spes, tu mea res, Meus es, per saxa per ignes:

Si vis esse, sequar per freta: se esse jubes 

Per freta; freta tuo munimine vinco: petitis 

Certa, vel hic, summi vel patris aede tui.

JEHOSHEBA

 

2 Kings 11: 2

True faithfulness preserved the royal line,

Noble behaviour risked to save a child,

Just actions proved the impulse was divine,

Pure priestliness found Judah reconciled,

Amiable care sustained through watching days:

This good report tells of a soul that's fine:

Virtue in her conduces to God's praise.