8.2.20

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Ἐγώ δέ,ὁ ταλαίπωρος,προτιμῶμαι τὸ σκότος
 καὶ μεριμνῶ τὰ ἐν αύτῶ καὶ προστιθῶ τὸν ζόφον,
 καὶ γίνεται παχύτερος τῆ ταπεινῆ ψυχῆ μου,
ἐξ’οὗ τὰ πάθη τρέφονται καὶ ἐν ἐμοὶ ζωοῦνται
καὶ δράκοντές μοι γίνονται καὶ ἑρπετά καὶ ὂφεις
διαταράσσοντες ἀεὶ τῆς ψυχῆς μου τὰ μέλη.

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