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May 21 Monday morning Winday and rain I have the head
Ake very little Sleep, Mr Ingall is gone in the country

O lord, rebuke me not in thine anger neither chasten
me in not in thy hot displeasure
have mercy upon me, O lord: for I am weak O lord, heal
Me for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also forced: but thou, I lord, how long
return, O lord, deliver my Soul: oh Save me for thy mercies
Sake, for in death there is no remembrance of the: in the grave
who shall give thee thanks
I am weary with my groaining: all the night make I my
bed to Swim. I water my couch with my tears
five of my family from my table all gone, and
I am left to mourn,