O Lord, Father and Master of my life,
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Who will set scourges over my thought,
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Otherwise my errors might be multiplied,
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O Lord, Father and God of my life,
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and turn away evil desire from me.
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Let neither gluttony nor lust overtake me.
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Listen, my children, to the discipline of the mouth.
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The sinner will be overpowered through his lips.
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Don’t accustom your mouth to an oath,
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for as a servant who is continually scourged will not lack bruises,
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A man of many oaths will be filled with iniquity.
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There is a manner of speech that is clothed with death.
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Don’t accustom your mouth to gross rudeness,
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Remember your father and your mother,
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A man who is accustomed to abusive language
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Two sorts of people multiply sins,
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All bread is sweet to a fornicator.
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A man who goes astray from his own marriage bed
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The eyes of men are his terror.
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All things were known to him before they were created,
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This man will be punished in the streets of the city.
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So also is a wife who leaves her husband,
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For first, she was disobedient in the law of the Most High.
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She shall be brought out into the congregation.
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Her children will not take root.
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She will leave her memory for a curse.
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And those who are left behind will know that there is nothing better than the fear of the Lord,
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