Mine enemies have prevailed against me, O God: Thou hast led me deep into their ambush. They surround me with a hedge of spears: And the sword in my hand is broken. My friends also have forsaken my side: From a safe place they look upon me with pity. My heart is like water poured upon the ground: I have come alone to the place of surrender. To thee, to thee only will I give up my sword: The sword which was broken in thy service. Thou hast required me to suffer for thy cause: By my defeat thy will is victorious. O my King show me thy face shining in the dark: While I drink the loving-cup of death to thy glory.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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