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 I have no judgment, I have no wisdom. Like a marsh (?) I wail day and night. I, thy servant, beseech thee, May thy heart be at rest, thy soul pacified! Give ear to my wailing, let thy soul be pacified! [Accept my prayer], let thy soul be pacified! Look mercifully upon me, turn thy face towards me

the downcast countenance of the creature! I, thy servant, full of sighs, cry unto thee, The supplication of him who has sinned do thou accept! If thou lookest upon a man, that man lives. O almighty one, mistress of mankind, Merciful one, to whom it is good to turn, receive my prayer!

His god and his goddess being wroth with him, he turns to thee. Thy countenance turn towards him, seize his hand!

Beside thee, there is no guiding deity. With tender mercy look upon me, and receive my prayer! Proclaim: “When at last”—and may thy soul be appeased! How long, O my mistress! Turn thy face towards me! Like doves I lament, I satiate myself with sighs.

With pain and ache his soul is full of sighs, Tears he weeps, he breaks forth into wailing.