Woe is me! and dare I say that Thou heldest Thy peace, O my God,
while I wandered further from Thee? Didst Thou then indeed hold
Thy peace to me? And whose but Thine were these words which by
my mother, Thy faithful one, Thou sangest in my ears? Nothing
whereof sunk into my heart, so as to do it. For she wished, and
I remember in private with great anxiety warned me, "not
to commit fornication; but especially never to defile another
man's wife." These seemed to me womanish advices, which I
should blush to obey. But they were Thine, and I knew it not:
and I thought Thou wert silent and that it was she who spake;
by whom Thou wert not silent unto me; and in her wast despised
by me, her son, the son of Thy handmaid, Thy servant. But I knew
it not; and ran headlong with such blindness, that amongst my
equals I was ashamed of a less shamelessness, when I heard them
boast of their flagitiousness, yea, and the more boasting, the
more they were degraded: and I took pleasure, not only in the
pleasure of the deed, but in the praise. What is worthy of dispraise
but vice? But I made myself worse than I was, that I might not
be dispraised; and when in any thing I had not sinned as the abandoned
ones, I would say that I had done what I had not done, that I
might not seem contemptible in proportion as I was innocent; or
of less account, the more chaste.
Behold with what companions I walked the streets of Babylon, and
wallowed in the mire thereof, as if in a bed of spices and precious
ointments. And that I might cleave the faster to its very centre,
the invisible enemy trod me down, and seduced me, for that I was
easy to be seduced. Neither did the mother of my flesh (who had
now fled out of the centre of Babylon, yet went more slowly in
the skirts thereof), as she advised me to chastity, so heed what
she had heard of me from her husband, as to restrain within the
bounds of conjugal affection (if it could not be pared away to
the quick) what she felt to be pestilent at present and for the
future dangerous. She heeded not this, for she feared lest a wife
should prove a clog and hindrance to my hopes. Not those hopes
of the world to come, which my mother reposed in Thee; but the
hope of learning, which both my parents were too desirous I should
attain; my father, because he had Next
to no thought of Thee,
and of me but vain conceits; my mother, because she accounted
that those usual courses of learning would not only be no hindrance,
but even some furtherance towards attaining Thee. For thus I conjecture,
recalling, as well as I may, the disposition of my parents. The
reins, meantime, were slackened to me, beyond all temper of due
severity, to spend my time in sport, yea, even unto dissoluteness
in whatsoever I affected. And in all was a mist, intercepting
from me, O my God, the brightness of Thy truth; and mine iniquity
burst out as from very fatness.
Theft is punished by Thy law, O Lord, and the law written in the
hearts of men, which iniquity itself effaces not. For what thief
will abide a thief? not even a rich thief, one stealing through
want. Yet I lusted to thieve, and did it, compelled by no hunger,
nor poverty, but through a cloyedness of welldoing, and a pamperedness
of iniquity. For I stole that, of which I had enough, and much
better. Nor cared I to enjoy what I stole, but joyed in the theft
and sin itself. A pear tree there was near our vineyard, laden
with fruit, tempting neither for colour nor taste. To shake and
rob this, some lewd young fellows of us went, late one night (having
according to our pestilent custom prolonged our sports in the
streets till then), and took huge loads, not for our eating, but
to fling to the very hogs, having only tasted them. And this,
but to do what we liked only, because it was misliked. Behold
my heart, O God, behold my heart, which Thou hadst pity upon in
the bottom of the bottomless pit. Now, behold let my heart tell
Thee what it sought there, that I should be gratuitously evil,
having no temptation to ill, but the ill itself. It was foul,
and I loved it; I loved to perish, I loved mine own fault, not
that for which I was faulty, but my fault itself. Foul soul, falling
from Thy firmament to utter destruction; not seeking aught through
the shame, but the shame itself!