THAVE passed through many misfortvmes in the world; though I have thrown them off, still there is a settled weariness in my mind. Now let me hide myself at thy feet, O God ; look not for service or devotion from me. If I hear a cry that even one trouble is coming, I am full of dread ; but crowds of troubles have returned on me. Tuka says. My measure is heaped up ; separation from thee causes me great agony.