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Who shall bring me to rest in thee? Who will send thee into
my heart so to overwhelm it that my sins shall be blotted
out and I may embrace thee, my only good? What art thou
to me? Have mercy that I may speak. What am I to thee that
thou shouldst command me to love thee, and if I do it not,
art angry and threatenest vast misery? Is it, then, a trifling
sorrow not to love thee? It is not so to me. Tell me, by
thy mercy, O Lord, my God, what thou art to me. "Say to
my soul, I am your salvation."
So speak that I may hear. Behold, the ears of my heart are
before thee, O Lord; open them and "say to my soul, I am
your salvation." I will hasten after that voice, and I will
lay hold upon thee. Hide not thy face from me. Even if I
die, let me see thy face lest I die.
6. The house of my soul is too narrow for thee to come in
to me; let it be enlarged by thee. It is in ruins; do thou
restore it. There is much about it which must offend thy
eyes; I confess and know it. But who will cleanse it? Or,
to whom shall I cry but to thee? "Cleanse thou me from my
secret faults," O Lord, "and keep back thy servant from
"I believe, and therefore do I speak."
But thou, O Lord, thou knowest. Have I not confessed my
transgressions unto thee, O my God; and hast thou not put
away the iniquity of my heart?
I do not contend in judgment with thee,
who art truth itself; and I would not deceive myself, lest
my iniquity lie even to itself. I do not, therefore, contend
in judgment with thee, for "if thou, Lord, shouldst mark
iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?"