Classic Poem

Whose sin and pride is great as mine?
From thee, O Lord, is nothing hidden, for thou art everywhere and knowest all things.

I am ungrateful, crooked, wicked, worthless, a mine of evil.
Wearing the form of man I did no good deeds: but did whatever pleased my mind.

I ceased to care for right or wrong, to take thought of gain or loss.
Absorbed in selfishness I spent my days and my nights I wasted sleeping.

What work, I had, I left undone: all my wisdom I poured away.
Night and day I am enslaved by worldly pleasures: my strength and wisdom are gone.

Fashioned as man, the garb which gods seek vainly, I lived like a dog: my thirst is yet unquenched.
Absorbed in wickedness, the chief of sinners, I come to throw me on thy protection.