Assyria : $b Its princes, priests and people — John Shaqi
Assyria : $b Its princes, priests and peopleSayce, A. H. (Archibald Henry)
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Assyria : $b Its princes, priests and people
Sayce, A. H. (Archibald Henry)
Assyria -- History
The transgression (I committed, Istar, my mother, knew).
(My tears) I drink like the waters of the sea.
That which was forbidden by my God I ate without knowing.
That which was forbidden by Istar, my mother, I trampled
on without knowing.
O my Lord, my transgression is great, many are my sins.
O my God, my transgression is great, many are my sins.
O Istar, my mother, my transgression is great, many are my
sins.
O my God, who knowest that I knew not, my transgression is
great, many are my sins.
O Istar, my mother, who knowest that I knew not, my
transgression is great, many are my sins.
The transgression that I committed I knew not.
The sin that I sinned I knew not.
The forbidden thing did I eat.
The forbidden thing did I trample on.
My Lord, in the anger of his heart, has punished me.
God, in the strength of his heart, has taken me.
Istar, my mother, has seized upon me, and put me to grief.
God, who knoweth that I knew not, has afflicted me.
Istar, my mother, who knoweth that I knew not, has caused
darkness.
I prayed, and none takes my hand.
I wept, and none held my palm.
I cry aloud, but there is none that will hear me.
I am in darkness and hiding, I dare not look up.
To God I refer my distress, I utter my prayer.
The feet of Istar, my mother, I embrace.
To God, who knoweth that I knew not, my prayer I utter.
To Istar, my mother, who knoweth that I knew not, my
prayer I address.
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How long, O God (shall I suffer)?
How long, O Istar, my mother (shall I be afflicted)?
How long, O God, who knoweth that I knew not (shall I
feel thy) strength?
How long, O Istar, my mother, who knoweth that I knew
not, shall thy heart (be angry)?
Thou writest the number (?) of mankind, and none knoweth
it.
Thou callest man by his name, and what does he know?
Whether he shall be afflicted, or whether he shall be
prosperous, there is no man that knoweth.
O my God, thou givest not rest to thy servant.
In the waters of the raging flood take his hand.
The sin he has sinned turn into good.
Let the wind carry away the transgression I have committed.
Destroy my manifold wickednesses like a garment.
O my God, seven times seven are my transgressions, my
transgressions are (ever) before me.
A rubric is attached to this verse, stating that it is to be repeated
ten times, and at the end of the whole psalm is the further rubric: 'For
the tearful supplication of the heart let the glorious name of every god
be invoked sixty-five times, and then the heart shall have peace.'
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