My God,
To you I complain of a soul commanding to evil, rushing to offenses, eager to disobey you, and exposing itself to your anger.
It takes me on the roads of disasters, it makes me the easiest of perishers before you, many its pretexts, drawn out its expectations, when evil touches it, it is anxious, when good touches it, grudging, inclining to play and diversion, full of heedlessness and inattention, it hurries me to misdeeds and makes me delay repentance.
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