How long of thy oppression oh vault of heaven
For God’s sake strike (me) more gently
In the end I am burnt (&) every moment (is) yours also
On the burnt one you scatter a worn subsistence.


P 520

How long wilt thou thus oppress me, sphere of the skies?
For God's sake, do thou thy smiting on gentler wise!
I 'm all afire for affliction and still thy hand
My burning bosom with salt each moment plies.

Th 795

How long wilt thou oppress me, wheel on high?
For God's sake use me with more lenity!
I 'm all afire each instant and yet thou
My burning breast with melted salt dost ply!

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