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¶ Lord, þou shalt clepe me,
And I shal answere to þe, werk of þyn hande.
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Werk of þy riȝt hand, take to þe;
Þou shalt not bynde it in helle bande.
Þou hast noumbred my steppes, how mony þay be,
How monye y ran, how monye I stande.
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Bot spare þou, lord, to þe synne of me,
Ne wilne noȝt deme my werkes ȝe fande.
(31)
¶ Deme me noȝt after my dede,
Lord, I byseche þe!
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I haue don in þy siȝt, and tok non hede;
Þerfore I praye þy mageste,
God, my wikkednesse away þou lede,
Myn vnryȝt away wasche ȝe!
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Non more; lord, at my nede,
Of alle my synnes clense ȝe me!
Lectio septima: Spiritus [[MS. spc̄]] meus.
(32)
¶ My gost, shalt þou be made newe,
My dayes shulle yshorted be;
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My soule fro þe body mon remewe,
Alone a graue byleueth to me.
I haue non synne, no vices me sewe,
Myn eyen in bitternesse dwelle y se.
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Deliuere me, lord, and on me rewe,
And sette me bysydes the!
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¶ Whos hande þou wolt aȝeyn me fyȝt,
And þou proue þy stronge hande?
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My dayes ben passed to withstonde þy myȝt,
I may noȝt bere þy litel wande.
My thouȝtes ben wasted, turned in ryȝt,
Turmentynge my herte inwith and ande;
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And turnyd day to þe nyȝt.
After derkenesse I haue bedded my bed, I fande.
