Այստեղ ներկայացված Է/գրքերը կիսատ են:
Լրիվ գրքերը ունենալու համար խնդրում ենք կապվել հեղինակի հետ:

Alas! Woe to me, for I am wreaked !Grief, in danger!
A dark shame, as I am, with hidden blames.
And how I can dare to bring this all up?
My lamentations are too great- unbearable -
And if I could to see the picture of my soul,
How ugly and paralyzed it would be exposed -
Smeared with filth as a pagan temple,
For it is the same to serve the sickness of the sins ,
Or to serve the melted-shaped idols of madness.
That was the road I had chosen-
Turning the part of me, which You desired for Yourself,
Into a virginal desert of emptiness,
As You blamed the priests of Israel according to your prophets .