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Let me speak, in truth, of my life,
tell of toilsome days of travel,
days suffering hardship,
bitterness of heart:
how I endured sorrowful times on ships,
on dreadful rolling seas.
Hard night's watch at the ship's prow
was by frequent task,
the ship often tossed along towering cliffs,
afflicted with cold feet, numbed by frost, chill bonds.
My sorrows burned in my heart,
I sighed forth hunger that rent my mind,
I, the sea-weary man.