Therefore my whole heart faints
From the sole of the foot to the head
No soundness remains
But bruises and sores.
Deadly was her blow
When she struck me down
Those few words launched
My sickness at hand.
My head is sick my whole heart faints.
I have wasted my days and nights in frivolity, in play, in indulging my fleshly appetites. I ought to have been busy in prayer in cultivatin...