Page 40 - Your Extravagant Kindness
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Yet you drew me from the womb;
made me secure at my mother’s breast.
You were my Guardian from birth,
even within the safety of my mother’s being
you were my Godde.
Do not be far from me.
Trouble is near.
There is no one to help.
Idols surround me;
the powerful encircle me.
Like ravenous beasts that tear their prey
they open their mouths against me.
I am poured out like water,
all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is wax,
melting within me.
My vigour dries up
like a broken shard of pottery;
my tongue cleaves to my palate.
You will lay me in the dust of death.
Dogs surround me,
an evil pack encircles me;
they maul my hands and my feet.
I take count of all my bones
while they look on and gloat.
They divide my clothes among themselves;
casting lots for my garment.
