Spare me
Heaps of riches.
Silence of sorrow .
Altogether vanity .
So what wait i for ?
My days are nothing before thee.
Transgression heed,make me free .
My days as an handbreath pale .
When you rebuke my inquity fail.
Reproach me with the foolish huge.
Consumed me in your handfull use.
Give ear unto my prayer muse.
O, SPARE me before i recover strength .
Bridle me before i go hence.
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