And after we had been driven forth before the wind for the space of many days, behold, my brethren and the sons of Ishmael and also their wives began to make themselves merry, insomuch that they began to dance, and to sing, and to speak with much rudeness, yea, even that they did forget by what power they had been brought thither; yea, they were lifted up unto exceeding rudeness.
I struggle with a tongue that’s rude and try not to disdain
What others tell me of their worries, joy, or constant pain.
I, too, have made too merry when exhilaration comes,
And danced a surly hornpipe to the beat of vulgar drums.
Keep my pride in check, O Lord, and when I’m impolite
Help me to restrain myself and my raw tongue to bite!
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