Augustine of Hippo
My vigor has withered like broken pottery. My strength has faded through My suffering, but not like straw; it is akin to a shard that hardens when placed in the flames. My tongue is clinging to My palate. The ones who were meant to hear My words have internalized My teachings. You have brought me down to the mortal condition of death. To the unrighteous, who are destined for judgment, whom the wind carries off like chaff from the ground, You have brought me low.
My endurance is depleted by My suffering; not in the manner of fading grass, but like a fragment that intensifies through flames. My tongue has adhered to My mouth. Those who would soon hear My words held My directives within their souls. You have lowered Me to the grave's depths. To the wicked who are sentenced to perish, whom the gusts disperse like chaff, You have brought Me down.