I have fallen, I have erred;
once more contravened His commands.
Miserable, disgusting wretch that I am!
Why cannot I get a hold of myself
and pummel myself
and lead my body as a slave to righteousness?
This sickness has eaten me up,
for most of my life it has held me
in its fleshly sway.
I am so tired of it.
I am so tired of life.
Do not worry, I shall not seek the grave
(I have no such authority to do so),
but I am tired of harming myself in this way:
eating junk and destroying my flesh,
corrupting my flesh with unholy pleasures,
and avoiding His word and his statutes,
preferring the unadvantageous things of the world.
My God, My God, why have I forsaken you?
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