Sore Vexed Soul

Rebuke me not in thine anger,

neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me; for I AM WEAK:

HEAL ME; for mah bones are vexed.

My soul is also sore vexed:

But thou, how long?
Return, O please, deliver my soul:

Oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of Thee:

In Grave, who shall give Thee thanks?

I AM WEARY with my groaning;

all the night make I in my bed to swim;

I water my couch with TEARS.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief;

It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;

For to all, Thee hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Thee hath heard mah supplication;

He will receive mah prayer.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed & sore vexed:

Let them return & be ashamed suddenly.

Comments

[shevi]

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

[Herson]

Fear not my Lady =)