 | The Wheatley Manuscript |  |
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Non est sanitas in carne mea, a facie ire tue; non est pax ossibus meis, a fa[cie peccatorum meorum].
For in my flesche ther is no hele
In presence of thi w[re]th[l]i face,
To my bones is pees ne wele
For synnes that me thus deface.
Therfore, when deth schal with me dele,
I se no help, Lorde, bot thi grace;
My wyld[e] will, my wittes frele
Eencombre me when I trespace.
In presence of thi w[re]th[l]i face,
To my bones is pees ne wele
For synnes that me thus deface.
Therfore, when deth schal with me dele,
I se no help, Lorde, bot thi grace;
My wyld[e] will, my wittes frele
Eencombre me when I trespace.
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