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Ayin

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My eyes will flow without ceasing,
Until the Lord in Heaven sees;
For what I see is not pleasing,
Immoral pleasures in the breeze.

My eyes are causing me such grief,
At the fate of all the daughters;
Having such sexual mischief,
As a bunch of adulterers.

I have been hunted like a bird,
Anyone who have been as foes;
Not believing what they have heard,
Of the things that God only knows.

They flung me down into the pit,
As they cast stones down upon me;
It is not my nature to quit,
Retreating in trying to flee.

Water flowing over my head,
I am lost calling on the Lord;
For I do not want to be dead,
Hoping that I am not ignored.

I call on the name of the Lord,
Down deep from the depths of the pit;
No longer can it be endured,
Out of the low dungeon not fit.

He has heard my voice of my plea,
Not to close His ear to my cry;
Awaiting to hear His decree,
Those who consider to defy.

The Lord had come near when I called,
As He told me that not to fear;
Even though I have been appalled,
It is comforting that He is near.

For He has taken up my cause,
The Lord has redeemed my life;
As He has cleansed all of my flaws,
Which also has eased of my strife.

He assured He will repay them,
Granting to the work of their hands;
Judgment pronouncing to condemn,
With wrath responds to their demands.

Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer

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