There is nothing sound in my body before your threats and no peace in my bones in the face on my sins
Heal me, dear Lord,
For I am ill and weak;
My heart, sorely wounded,
Suffers great hardship;
My bones are shaken,
I have great fear and anxiety;
My soul is shaken as well.
Ah Lord, why so long!
Ah, from where shall I, wretch, receive counsel?
My leprosy, my plague
cannot be healed by any herb or ointment
other than the balm of Gilead.
You, my doctor, Lord Jesus, alone
know the best cure for the soul.
Heal me, dear Lord,
For I am ill and weak;
My heart, sorely wounded,
Suffers great hardship;
My bones are shaken,
I have great fear and anxiety;
My soul is shaken as well.
Ah Lord, why so long!
Ah, from where shall I, wretch, receive counsel?
My leprosy, my plague
cannot be healed by any herb or ointment
other than the balm of Gilead.
You, my doctor, Lord Jesus, alone
know the best cure for the soul.
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