Classic Poem

Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me.

Alas, in thy wrath acute
Not argue me
My deed, God Almighty:
Your ardor ung little removed,
Not in thine anger
Do punys me faint.

For your flesches descochees
Are fischees
Although strong in me truthfully:
And willed (which I endure)
Your hard hand
Avg dwell above.

I ay upon me flesh vein
That is healthy,
By ire Wherein I'll ay mys:
My bones have farm rest
Day will run
By the evils that I have commys.

Because my sentences faultes
Are so haultes
They overcome my head:
This is me ung burden importable
That overwhelms me,
As croist on this meschef Avg.

My scars stink
Are fluantes
Blood Corruption:
Alas, by my mad sottie
I came out
Cestus any infection.

My evil deed as the war
What to earth
'm Totally bent:
With sad & noyre mine
I walk
In tears daily.

Because my thighs, and my groin
Are full jIn
Evil which am tormented:
So in my flesh all
There drop
On the appearance of health.

I, who souloys Estre clever
'm Nonsense '
Broken body, feet, and hands
If that severe pain
Cueur that door,
I injected inhuman cries.

Now all that I desire,
Trescher Sire,
You voys clear, and open:
The sigh of my mind
Pierced
Do not cover hidden.

The Heart beats me oultrance:
My power
I have forsaken all lame:
And the light of my yeulx
Coustumiere,
Yea my yeulx, I more ay.

The biggest amys I aye,
My playe
Are overlooked, with little solicitous:
And (excluding all blame mys)
My closest
The look good from afar.

Ceulx who expect my death,
Tend their LAQS:
On aultres voulants encumber me,
Thousand evils of me identify,
And think
That fraud to finish me.

And I, like oyant drop
The Escoute.
Cueur have their beautiful descouvrir:
I'm there like a log,
Without my mouth
No longer silent qu'ung open.

I became, in short,
As ung man
All deaf, and that OYT point
And did, when the pike
Of replicque
In his mouth ung only poinct.

But avecques hope,
The asseurance
Your good help I expect
And so God, my father,
I hope,
You will answer me in time.

I dy, and if you please
That no Series
My unfortunate esmoy
Because qu'ung bit my foot slips,
Their malice
Esjouyt is from May Avg.

Vien doncq because I'm Voye
Let me Voye
Steeple too shamefully:
Pource that the grand destresse
Which oppresses me
Poursuyt me shortly.

Las apart myself, with shame,
I racompte
My forfaict too unfair,
I Resve I turmoil
I lament
For the sin that I have deed.

And while my adversaries,
And otherwise,
Are lively, and fortified:
Ceulx, who without me because aulcune
In spite,
Are Creuz, and multiplied.

Avg against wholes to bend,
And make me
For good iniquity:
Hayne and their source,
It was pource
I suivoye equity.

Lord God m leaves,
Avg person
Chased out of every one ung.
Far from grace takes Avg
Do not hold,
Moreover ay not hope aulcun.

Vien, & toy doncques approach,
Vien, if oncques
Your children you trawl:
Haste thee to help me:
I gaste,
Lord God of my salvation.