posted on Sep, 2 2019 @ 01:21 PM
I am the Lord's leper,
my home is the grave.
Diseased inside and out,
I am in isolation,
apart from my brethren.
For I know my iniquity,
And my sin is always before me.
My heart fails,
But still calls to the Lord,
Yet the cries fall down upon me.
These bones are crushed,
And this flesh rotted,
My wearied heart pumps poisoned blood.
My God, my God,
Who has abandoned me,
Cast me not away from thy face.
To whom should I go?
I am as a ghost,
Who only you may look upon.
For Thee my soul hath thirsted,
For Thee my flesh,
Oh how many ways!
Dómine, vim pátior,
Respónde pro me.
Quid dicam, aut quid respondébit mihi,
cum ipse fécerit?
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