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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 06</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aug. 13. 1653.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me<br>Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;<br>Pity me Lord for I am much deject<br>Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,<br>For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,<br>Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore<br>And thou O Lord how long? turn Lord, restore<br>My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake<br>For in death no remembrance is of thee;<br>Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?  <br>Wearied I am with sighing out my dayes.<br>Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea;<br>My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eie<br>Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark<br>Ith' mid'st of all mine enemies that mark.<br>Depart all ye that work iniquitie.<br>Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping<br>The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prai'r<br>My supplication with acceptance fair<br>The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.  <br>Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash't<br>With much confusion; then grow red with shame,<br>They shall return in hast the way they came<br>And in a moment shall be quite abash't.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton">John Milton</a><div class=q>
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Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is..."></div>
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