For Thou, Lord, dost judge me: because, although no man knoweth the things of a man, but the spirit of a man which is in him,
yet is there something of man, which neither the spirit of man that is in him, itself knoweth. But Thou, Lord, knowest all
of him, Who hast made him. Yet I, though in Thy sight I despise myself, and account myself dust and ashes; yet know I something
of Thee, which I know not of myself. And truly, now we see through a glass darkly, not face to face as yet. So
long therefore as I be absent from Thee, I am more present with myself than with Thee; and yet know I Thee that Thou art
in no ways passible; but I, what temptations I can resist, what I cannot, I know not. And there is hope, because Thou art
faithful, Who wilt not suffer us to be tempted above that we are able; but wilt with the temptation also make a way to escape,
that we may be able to bear it. I will confess then what I know of myself, I will confess also what I know not of myself.
that because what I do know of myself, I know by Thy shining upon me; and what I know not of myself, so long know I not
it, until my darkness be made as the noon-day in Thy countenance.