A lament. A song of Sarah.
Why, O Laptop, will you not work?
I sit before thee and weep for my work is no more.
Why would you choose just now to cease thy blessings?
My life is bereft without you!
If you will turn your bright face towards me,
I will dance with joy and no longer call out imprecations at you.
O Lord, see my plight!
Take my computer in hand!
Do not allow it to gloat over me;
Rejoicing in its power over me it sneers and will not obey.
Rejuvenate it O Lord
and bring peace again to my heart.
If you do not arise on my behalf O God,
I will be forced to journey to the computer lab
and spend long lonely hours in desolation.
Save me O God,
in your mercy save me.
I sit before thee and weep for my work is no more.
Why would you choose just now to cease thy blessings?
My life is bereft without you!
If you will turn your bright face towards me,
I will dance with joy and no longer call out imprecations at you.
O Lord, see my plight!
Take my computer in hand!
Do not allow it to gloat over me;
Rejoicing in its power over me it sneers and will not obey.
Rejuvenate it O Lord
and bring peace again to my heart.
If you do not arise on my behalf O God,
I will be forced to journey to the computer lab
and spend long lonely hours in desolation.
Save me O God,
in your mercy save me.
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