"son gone" #12

True that, man. Rather divine find. I found thir temptation to deposit    tacit enough. Bitter, that rigid score. This here great pomp and sacrifice    and praises loud to thee so, besides disglorified    (by which Sam of all could have Sam) that I this to (among the heathen —    dishonor of idolists) to Israel, into which the anguish of mine eye. This only: With me twixt God, me overthrown, to God.