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O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dessert, But on your glory! Then you will reform And not refuse me: for you only art The mighty God, but I a silly worm; O do not bruise me! O do not urge me! For what account can your ill steward make? I have abused your stock, destroyed your woods, Sucked all your storehouses: my head did ache, Till it found out how to consume your goods: O do not scourge me! O do not blind me! I have deserved that an Egyptian night Should thicken all my powers; because my lust Has still sewed fig-leaves to exclude your light: But I am frailty, and already dust; O do not grind me! O do not fill me With the turned vial of your bitter wrath! For you have other vessels full of blood, A part whereof my Savior emptied hath, Even unto death: since he died for my good, O do not kill me! But O reprieve me! For you have life and death at your command; You are both Judge and Savior, feast and rod, Cordial and Corrosive: put not your hand Into the bitter box; but O my God, My God, relieve me!

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Meaning of "Sighs And Groans" by George Herbert

The narrator pleads with a divine entity, framing their relationship as one of profound imbalance and desperate supplication. The opening lines immediately establish a tone of abject humility, with the speaker begging not to be judged by their "sins" or "dessert" but by the divine's own "glory." This sets up a core tension: the speaker acknowledges their own "silly worm" status against the "mighty God," a stark contrast that underscores their vulnerability and the overwhelming power they face. The lyrics then detail a series of transgressions, painting the speaker as a "ill steward" who has "abused your stock" and "destroyed your woods." This imagery suggests a squandering of divine gifts or resources, leading to a desperate state where the speaker's "head did ache" trying to figure out how to "consume your goods." The repeated pleas to be spared from various forms of divine punishment – "bruise me," "scourge me," "grind me," "kill me" – highlight the narrator's fear of retribution and their deep-seated guilt. A striking element is the consistent use of contrasting imagery to articulate the speaker's frailty and the divine's power. The narrator admits to having "lust / Has still sewed fig-leaves to exclude your light," a powerful image of self-deception and an attempt to hide from divine illumination. This is juxtaposed with the divine's capacity to inflict "Egyptian night" or offer "life and death at your command." The speaker also acknowledges the divine as both "Judge and Savior, feast and rod, / Cordial and Corrosive," demonstrating a complex understanding of a deity that can both punish and redeem. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their raw, unvarnished expression of spiritual anxiety and dependence. The narrator's repeated, almost breathless "O do not..." followed by a specific form of suffering, creates a palpable sense of dread. The final shift to "But O reprieve me!" and the plea for relief, referencing the Savior's sacrifice, offers a glimmer of hope rooted in the divine's own established mercy. It's a powerful articulation of a soul grappling with its own failings while appealing to a higher power's capacity for grace.

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