 | The Wheatley Manuscript |  |
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Miserere mei, Domine, quoniam infirmus sum; sana me, Domine, quoniam conturbata sunt omnia ossa mea.
Mercy, Lord, for I am seke;
Heele me, for bresid be my bones;
My fleesch is freel, my soule [hath] eke
Ful grete mister to make mones.
But, when my cors is cast in creke
And depe doluen vndir stones,
Ihesu mercyable and meke,
Lese noght þat thow boghtist ones.
Heele me, for bresid be my bones;
My fleesch is freel, my soule [hath] eke
Ful grete mister to make mones.
But, when my cors is cast in creke
And depe doluen vndir stones,
Ihesu mercyable and meke,
Lese noght þat thow boghtist ones.
| The Wheatley Manuscript | |