(37)
Tu quidem gressus meos dinumerasti, sed parce peccatis meis.
fforsothe, my steppys euerychone
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Thow nombred hast, and tolde hem all.
But, lorde, to the I make my mone,
As thow art lord of heuen and hell.
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Vertues, lorde, though I haue none,
Late thy grace in me now welle;
ffor woo ys hym that stante alone,
And hathe noon helpe yef that he fall.
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My syn ys bytter than eysell or gall,
And stynketh, lorde, in syght of the.
But nought for than to the I call
ffor Parce michi, domine!
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(38)
Spiritus meus attenuabitur, dies mei breuiabun|tur, et solum michi superest sepulcrum.
My spyryt shal be feble and feynt
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When I am fallen in any age,
My dayes, make I neuer so queynt,
Shullen abrege and somwhat swage,
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And I ful sone shal be atteynt
Whan I haue loste myn hote corage;
And though I dyed than as doth a seynt,
A pyt shal be myne herytage;
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In erthe gete I non other wage [folio 13b]
Off all rychesse that man may se.
Whan I am closed in that cage,
Than Parce michi, domine!
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(39)
Non peccaui, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.
I haue nat synned wylfully
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Thorow my feynt, feble nature,
Ne greued the so greuosly,
Wherfore I shulde thys wo endure.
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Thow punysshest me, and I not why,
Passing resoun and good mesure.
