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102
Sustinuit anima mea in uerbo eius; sperauit anima mea in Domino.
My soule haþ suffrid in his word,
In God my goost haþ had his trist;
For synne is scharp as knyues oord,
And makiþ hem lame þat liggiþ in lust;
Therfore, Ihesu, thou louely lord,
Þere I am roten, rubbe of þe rust,
Or I be brouȝt to schippis bord,
To sayle in-to þe sale of dust.
In God my goost haþ had his trist;
For synne is scharp as knyues oord,
And makiþ hem lame þat liggiþ in lust;
Therfore, Ihesu, thou louely lord,
Þere I am roten, rubbe of þe rust,
Or I be brouȝt to schippis bord,
To sayle in-to þe sale of dust.
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