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¶ I byleue [folio 127a] þat soth y say,
Myn aȝeynbyere lyuynge isse.
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I shal rysen of þe erthe my laste day,
Bylapped in my flesch and skyn ywisse;
Byholde with myn eyȝen twey,
Se god, my sauyour, in blisse;
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Non other eyȝen bote þes, withouten nay;
Þe hope in my bosom yput vp isse.
(39)
¶ The soule is in derkenesse from gostly syȝt.
Lord, ȝyue here rest and pees!
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Withouten ende, ȝyue here lyȝt,
Euerlastynge lyȝt, þat neuere shal sees!
Þou þat rered Lazar on hyȝt
Out of þe graue, stynkynge fro wormes pres,
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Þy pauylon of mercy be on hem pyȝt,
To reste fro pyne, make hem reles.
Lectio nona: Quare de uulua [[MS. nulla]] eduxisti me qui, &c.
(40)
¶ Out of þe wombe, why hastou me broȝt,
Þat wolde y hadde be fordon?
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Þanne hadde I be as noȝt,
Noon eyȝe hadde sene me after son;
Þan hadde I be as vn wroȝt,
Noȝt born from wombe to berelis doun,
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Where my short dayes arn in my þoȝt,
Where þay shal noȝt be ended moun.
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¶ A, þerfore, lord, graunte me þes
To wepe and wayle, repente my synne,
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Þat y torne noȝt aȝeyn to erthe of derkenes,
To stryues of deþ, be curyd þerynne,
Lond of wrethes and þesternesse
Þer is shadew of deþ, noon oþer wynne;
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Þer woneþ euerlastynge for hem lyued mysse,
Euere gryslyhede, þat neuere schal blynne.
