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Have Mercy on Me, My Soul Why are you weeping, my Soul? Knowest thou my weakness? Thy tears strike sharp and injure, For I know not my wrong. Until when shalt thou cry? I have naught but human words to interpret your dreams, Your desires, and your instructions. Look upon me, my Soul; I have consumed my full life heeding your teachings. Think of how I suffer! I have exhausted my life following you. My heart was glorying upon the throne, But is now yoked in slavery; My patience was a companion, But now contends against me; My youth was my hope, But now reprimands my neglect. Why, my Soul, are you all-demanding? I have denied myself pleasure And deserted the joy of life Following the course which you impelled me to pursue. Be just to me, Or call Death to unshackle me, For justice is your glory. Have mercy on me, my Soul. You have laden me with Love until I cannot carry my burden. You and Love are inseparable might; Substance and I