 | The Wheatley Manuscript |  |
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Quoniam die ac nocte grauata est super me manus tua, conuersus sum in erumpna mea, dum configitur spina.
For [b]othe by day and by nyght also
On me thy honde w[ei]s heuely,
And I am turned i[n] my woo,
Whiles thornes prykke[n] perlously.
Ther prykke[n] me perlously thornes two
Of synne and pyne, þis fele wele I;
And therfore, Lord, sithen it is soo,
I putt me al in thy mercy.
On me thy honde w[ei]s heuely,
And I am turned i[n] my woo,
Whiles thornes prykke[n] perlously.
Ther prykke[n] me perlously thornes two
Of synne and pyne, þis fele wele I;
And therfore, Lord, sithen it is soo,
I putt me al in thy mercy.
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