Luke 10; And a Certaine Priest Comming that Way Looked on Him and Passed by

Why dost Thou wound my wounds, o Thou that passest by
Handling and turning them with an unwounded eye?
The calm that cools thine eye does shipwrack mine, for o!
Unmov'd to see one wretched, is to make him so.
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