If borrowed experience and inherited wisdom puff me up with conceit and as such coax me to behave boastfully among others, let me suffer Thy torment drown me in discouragement and shamefulness.

I am but a man, proud and vain. This shift and skin that covers me conceal none of the filth within me, which my very mouth and fingers disdainfully gloat. O Lord, show me the light, for I am blinded with vanity. Only unto Thee, I take shelter from all the deceitfulness of the world.

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