Hit ys my flessh, lorde, and nat I,
That grocheth ayenst thyn hard reddure.
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But, lorde, as I am thy creature,
And that ylke god that boughtest me,
So my care recouere and cure
With Parce michi, domine!
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Dies mei transierunt, cogitaciones mee dissipate sunt, torquentes cor meum.
My dayes, lorde, passed are,
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And olde I am, I am no faunt.
My thoughtes wandre wyde whare,
ffor they ben, lorde, full variaunte.
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Myne herte they greuyn wonder sare,
ffor euer aboute hym they haunte.
Thys maketh me to drowpe and dare
That I am lyke a pore penaunte.
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Though I be, lorde, vnsuffisaunte,
Any helpe to gete of the,
Yet, for I am thy creaunte,
Lorde, Parce michi, domine!
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Noctem verterunt in diem, et rursum post tenebras spero lucem.
The nyght they turned in-to the day,
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ffor they maden me to wake all nyght.
I myght nat slepe by no way,
Suche thoughtes were in myn hert plyght.
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In derkenesse dymme as I so lay,
Yet hoped I after the clere day lyght;
But thoughtys me so trobled ay,
That I was than a wofull wyght.
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But, lorde, as thow art mekyl of myght,
All euyll thoughtes put fro me,
And that I of the may haue a syght,
Lorde, Parce michi, domine!
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Si sustinuero, infernus domus mea est; in tenebris straui lectulum meum.
