III. SEELEN-KAMPF (Soul’s Conflict)
Or: A Short yet Detailed and Simple PROCESS of the Entire Christian Life,
Especially of an Anguished, Penitent Soul
- Ah, woe to me in wrath, ah woe in the gulf of sin! My strength is far too weak! my spirit too hard wounded! I cannot escape from the mire of darkness, To me is and remains wholly the comfort of life taken away!
- Would that my spirit and mind might flee from this anguish of sin, From this slavery, from this stain and distress, Escape, and in GOD raise itself above itself, In His power of love to live and to float:
- So the wrath seizes me and makes me anxious and afraid, That I sink down, and scarcely hang by a thread! Barricades door and gate, and drives me to despair, That I feel in myself nothing but trembling, fear, and doubt.
- When I then will seek God with sighing, seeking comfort, So wells up the sin-smoke, as if a new mist, In my flesh and spirit, that in the vain senses A false life arises from without and from within.
- So I think in myself: Ah, woe to me, poor worm! The sins are too many! How can I endure this storm? That I may be freed from the host of sin, And break their power with stronger power?
- What then is my life? and what is my strength? That I should persist in this knighthood? I am a leaf that the winds toss about, A mist and water-vapor that passes away of itself.
- When now the spirit of the flesh sees me in weakness Stupefied and despairing, so he speaks in the blood Of the false life: Ah! what are these things, That you yourself would make life harder?
- Look at the course of the world: is anyone so, as you? Who through self-torment drives themselves from rest? Think: are you not a human, and yet would live angelically? Is that not fantasy, to strive against the stream?
- Rejoice yourself in the world, enjoy your time, Make yourself a merry heart. What use is sadness? With voluptuousness you may always widen the senses, And avoid melancholy in such a manner.
- And when I then let myself be led by this voice, So my spirit feels the curse, and the wrath awakens, My heart condemns me, the spirit is afraid to pray Before God’s countenance, because it has turned away.
- Then I go again, as a lost child, That has no father, and nowhere finds rest, Ah, I erring sheep! how shall I yet direct myself, That my soul’s shepherd may find and refresh me?
- How may I yet from the wrath, and from the sin-night, From the corrupted flesh, from this dark power, And from the might of darkness yet at last escape, And reach God’s grace-light in my ground.
- That my spirit’s flight to a true fatherland, The true middle-point, the rest in the Father’s hand, And then the narrow way might securely perceive, To direct its course rightly toward this goal.
- O brotherly soul! I have by day and night In this hard struggle with pains been brought, I have with darkness, sin, death, and hell struggled, As I in this sea of death lay swallowed up.
- What you now lament, and what with your mouth Has been spoken, I have in this gulf Felt, that I often the courage and weary knee Would find, thinking: Ah! in vain is all effort.
- Yet God’s spirit would lift me up again evermore, Then I gathered the forces all anew, And began again with my enemy to fight, Who I myself was, to fly at last yet.
- Therefore I will tell you, for love, the nature Of the war and victory in the spirit, with right distinction, As it has taught me the brave hero in the struggle, In this knight’s school, circumstantially to signify.
- So mark diligently, and grasp deep into the heart! It concerns your soul and body: here is indeed a jest! We are in this world of wild elements, From God’s kingdom banished, ah! that we yet knew it!
- The hell is beneath us, when this ground breaks, Flesh and blood, with its sun-light, And our spirit is not penetrated with God’s spirit, So it is swallowed by the gulf of darkness.
- And is a dark spirit, full of fire, grimness, envy, and wrath, Full of terror, shame, and pain, and eternally lost, A devil’s larva-image in the realm of darkness, That the cursed spirit, nothing, nothing has to enjoy!
- Because now the time consists of good and evil, Of darkness and light, and goes toward the goal, That it has touched eternity in the beginning, And through its wonders has brought about;
- So we are between hell and heaven imprisoned, In our small world of the body from the earth, Where water, air, and fire, with its poison and cold, In strife destroy themselves, as in the great world.
- Yet because the small world, the flesh of vanity, Has a being in itself, so from eternity Sprung and in the body of death lies enshrouded, So it is kindled by the light of heaven:
- That it seeks itself in time after eternity, After its mother’s lap, after incorruptibility, Will then from the valley of darkness escape, And strive to come into the free light.
- So it feels first rightly the might of darkness, The floods of Belial, the serpent’s sting and bite, The hell’s hard scourge, death’s hard bonds, The sin-flood in the flesh with abomination and shame.
- The creatureliness is the ground of selfhood, Is nothing but darkness, a deep emptiness, A hunger without food, a thirst without drink, A death that ever dies, an eternal perishing.
- When Adam left God, through lust to evil and good, He fell into this power, into flesh and blood, With Satan’s property poisoned and fulfilled, Wherefrom the sin-flood now unceasingly wells:
- An enmity against God, a lust after vanities, A hatred of the light and right, a love of darkness, Pride, envy, and wrath, the poisons in the blood, That are not to be lacking in the fleshly disposition.
- So now the poor soul the great distress considers, And its senses direct toward God’s love, So shoots Satan into it, with his arrows, The ground of selfhood in foolishness to raise.
- That pride, envy, wrath, in this ground so With doubt-full fear, that he strikes down The soul, that it says, that it trembles before GOD, When Satan’s grimness thus in its ground prowls.
- And stirs the sin-pool in the fleshly courage, That thousand poisons in the impure blood Arise as a mist, in senses and thoughts, The poor soul thereby to weaken and to torment:
- That it should despair, and think, that the victory Is not to be obtained in such a war, That a soul so many powers must fight, And with darkness and flesh’s lust to dampen.
- When then the poor soul upon this battlefield Of Christ’s combat comes, and now first begins, So it goes as you lament, and finds only enemies In those whom it held for its best friends.
- Consider this well! when the soul the world, The devil and the flesh, as a servant presents, That it through its ground, in its false will, With pride and vanity the hunger would fill.
- So it feels after the flesh a false lust and joy, Whereof yet in the ground only heart-sorrow Heaps itself up evermore: when this then moves itself, That after alleviation the soul moves itself:
- (Then because God Himself has loved the soul so highly, That He has regarded it, when it lay wholly troubled, In sin, distress, and death: so He lets it not rest, That it yet again turns to Noah’s ark.)
- So devil, world, sin in flesh and blood Are enraged, that it in its courage and mind Kindles itself, and the soul with all might assaults, That it nowhere knows how to arm itself against such might:
- To hold it in its realm of murder, sin, and shame, That it not escape from its land, To give itself in this nest yet longer, And finally in woe, and eternal woe, to sit.
- O soul! I warn you! I take yet your heed! I implore and beseech you! here you have great danger! Many souls have here much harm and distress suffered, Yes, shipwreck of their salvation, because they did not rightly fight.
- Therefore, hear, dear soul, ah hear my counsel! For I myself have helpfully experienced in deed, So the enemy will surely win nothing from you, When all such suffering will best serve you:
- Be it good, or evil, or life or death, A present distress, or yet hidden distress, Be it whatever it will, that you will truly see, That you in this way will not steadfastly go.
- Therefore flee yourself, O soul, for Satan does not cease To tempt you and to hinder your course, When you will escape from him, and strive to fight, Therefore learn, according to which you in this case Must direct yourself.
- Feel you now your distress, your poverty, your shame, Feel you, that you yourself are your great plague, Without God, in the devil’s scorn, in death and hell captive, And nowhere any comfort nor counsel knows to obtain:
- So see yourself indeed before the damned spirit, The lie, which peace and unrest lightly promises, Through the false lie-mouth of the hellish prophets, Which Christ never loved, and yet always kills.
- They themselves are full of abomination, full of envy and falsehood, And servant of the flesh’s lust, and of the transgressors, Full of pride and full of envy, corrupted and corrupters, And yet: that God have mercy! the Christians’ (false) teachers.
- The Christ’s cross-yoke yet never touched, The Christ’s disciples yet in Christ’s school trained, Who themselves never fought, much less overcome, And at the sin-scourge yet themselves are bound.
- Unclean evil beasts, that only in the flesh’s lust, As nature drives them, welter, and the air And prosperity of their belly, much more than Christ mean, Although with word and show they this deception deny.
- The nevermore themselves, and yet Christ’s sense Deny, and nothing, what to them is gain In flesh and spirit brings, in their hearts consider: This you would, O soul, in stillness with God contemplate.
- So will your eye see Satan’s air and deception, Whereby in this place he your foot a snare, With false peace-comfort undertakes to set, To your drive toward repentance to hinder and to fell.
- When he teaches you, O soul! the false lowliness And humility, that you yourself, in your sinfulness, Before God confess should: you are a great sinner, From your youth up, as all Adam’s children:
- To pray: (confess) Ah, O God, the sins repent me, Which I have committed, O Father, against you, Show me yet grace! And then you let yourself be blinded, Now be the repentance accomplished, with such false painting.
- When you in this retain the sin-state and lust, The unrepentant heart, the wild flesh’s lust, The worm in your spirit, the accuser in conscience, A band, that never heals, and always remains torn.
- Accursed doctrine! that teaches you Christ not otherwise, That your sense from God to Satan wholly turns, That you remain in sin, in death and hell enclosed, And consequently from God in eternity cast away.
- Where remained, by such conduct, contempt of this world, Denial of ourselves, and what pleases the flesh? Where Christ’s cross-yoke? the old Adam’s dying? The flesh’s death, wherefrom we inherit the corruption.
- Where remained the Father’s grace, the sweet life’s dew? That all sin-state, with all abomination and curse, With its power drives away, and the conscience heals, That it the sin holds, and to the Father hastens?
- That it in love flows, and Abba, Abba cries, Ah, were I yet with you, and wholly and wholly renewed! Where remained the blessedness, that right faith feels, Whereof the spirit in love and joy kindles itself!
- That it its head stretches out, after that eternity, Where this love and joy burns in perfection? Where remained, I ask, O soul, the divine life, Wherein a true Christian wishes ever to float.
- Therefore, O worthy soul! O your purchased pledge! If you yourself rightly from this Satan’s band Tear loose, so will the grace-light look upon you, And this darkness of error you extricate.
- Where you now, poor soul, thus feel yourself wounded, With enemies round about, as in the heart’s ground, Surrounded, and bound to sin and lust’s chains, That you yourself cannot save nor know to rescue:
- So think, that this is, to the narrow way and step, The first tread and step, so that in you will move, What you yourself are, and yourself learn to recognize, That you yourself a worm from the heart’s ground dare call.
- Tread then to the cross-yoke, take upon yourself your load, Which you for your lust have held, And follow Jesus after, with sighing desires, So will He you with His love’s comfort embrace.
- Now learn yourself, O deeply corrupted child, So will your joy to sorrow, you will the lust to sin Curse, and yourself in dust lay down, If you your heart’s garment inwardly consider.
- What am I then? you will in the heart write, Ah! Ah, a lost sheep! then will a tear-brook From your heart’s spring itself pour forth bountifully, What before was joy, will then trouble you.
- Where is my Father then, where is my fatherland? I am to myself strange, and, Ah! how unknown! I know not, where I am: how has this happened to me, I know, I am a foreigner, not, where I yet should go!
- What is my life then? a course to the grave! An ever-driving wheel, I find no rest! Ah, what is my time? A wholly passing being! Whereof no power nor wisdom may redeem me.
- Ah, what is my body? a clod, a heavy burden, A puddle full of stench, a puddle, a load, a maggot’s food, An evil unclean beast, with wholly false will, That with filthinesses itself only desires to fill.
- Wretched I! Ah, that this evil beast In its dark belly holds me captive here! And soon with envy and wrath, and pride, and pride torments, And soon with other lust, that my mouth now speaks.
- What is my food and drink? fire, water, air, and earth, A deadly being it is, that burdens my mind! What is the air? a load! what is the joy? a suffering! Because it leaves me, and I from it must part.
- Woe my splendor! it is as a flower, That tomorrow stands withered: where remains then my fame? Ah vain vanity! Ah of all vanities! Ah vain vanity! Ah of all vanities:
- Ah, that I had wings, to flee to a place, Out of this wilderness, to live evermore In true soul’s rest, in the lap of gentle love, Where nothing is to fear, whereby I trouble myself.
- This is the first step, that one to the cross does, Whereby the poor human loses their courage, So they consider, that they themselves, the body, the life, The time, the joy, the lust, must wholly give up from themselves.
- What remains then over? Nothing but a poor spirit, Stripped, robbed, deprived, troubled, despised, mocked, With the dregs of vanity, wholly shamefully disposed, That itself itself is ashamed, that it is so annihilated.
- A nothing-esteemed worm, that itself only winds and wrings, And on the earth creeps: that nothing but poisons devours, That has no powers, no life to experience, And only cursed earth to its food may have.
- Upon this first step must you not remain! So you remain, what you are, a darkness without light: Therefore let yourself, O soul, in no ways hinder, The other step to do, with all God’s children.
- Throw away the false salve, that only your band covers, And never reaches there, where the corruption lies: So you will surely the right balsam find, When Jesus’ love you will fall and bind.
- That will then happen, when you to Him yield yourself, And with Mary to His feet fall: Therefore must you now that self, that you know, also hate, Deny, and the love of the same let go.
- Then as through false love of the world and vanity, From God into this world, from eternity into time, From life into death, your heart has turned itself, And itself in itself, far from God, has spent:
- So must from all that, what you in death leaves, Whether reason holds it for the best, The noble mind with its inner will, Turn itself, and not with its desire fulfill.
- When this then happens, so makes first all up, What otherwise has slept, and overwhelms in heaps, The noble mind, from without and from within, And knows not what it shall end and begin.
- From within feels it the wrath, the worm of darkness, In the conscience’s ground, of the dragon’s tooth and bite, By day and night for God it unwearied pursues, And to damnation threatens, and unceasingly plagues.
- From without sees it only abomination: the untamed beast With thousandfold lust, is hungry for and for, And lusts after the mire, and drives always to feed, Of the horrors and miseries can it never forget.
- Here sees first the mind the deep murder-cave, The ungrounded distress, and the gruesome abyss, Wherein it lies in blood, forsaken, unbound, Mortally wounded, shattered, ground by hell’s hounds.
- Here, here, O soul, now goes right the self-denial, When the mind itself no counsel can find, Then it begins eagerly, in itself to sink, And its rightness humbly to consider:
- So becomes the Father’s pull in the eternal mind, That in the weakness lies, in the turbid blood, Through a love’s ray pierced in the will, That it from the Father’s bread the hunger wishes to fill.
- And in itself it resolves: I will the evil beast Not eternally servile be: I will not for and for In filth welter myself, to serve this sow, I will to the Father go, with Him to refresh myself.
- In my Father’s house is abundance of bread, That also the servant enjoys, and I, His child, suffer need! Would that the Father’s heart would toward me close itself, When I, His child, to the servant, throw myself to His feet.
- The Father’s child I am, yet now, yet eternally worthy, That I know well! I have the Father’s love deprived, I will also not from Him, I, wicked child, desire, Only His grace-bread, that will He grant me.
- So now the resolve is in you wholly set, To your Father to turn from the world, The sin-service in body and soul to leave, And the godlessness with right earnest to hate:
- So are you, dear soul, indeed on the narrow way, Yet but still too weak, in this narrow step To tread, and thereupon steadfastly to go, To your Father, whom you have never yet seen.
- Then you have His faithfulness yet never rightly tasted, His countenance is yet to you, O soul! here covered: For He is in the light, and you in darknesses, You in vanity, He in perfections.
- You slumber in the flesh: He moves Himself in the spirit, The spiritual is awake! You live in the blood, Taught in time, He moves in the spirit from within, And you in the spirit of the world, from without in the senses.
- Therefore has He His heart, the fire of the hard love, And wondrous faithfulness, and fatherly drive, In Christ’s flesh and blood, to our comfort sent, Through which mediator He us again to Himself leads.
- He calls with His power, in the troubled ground, That He the love feels, and to the same hour Turns back after this voice, with fiery desire, Looks around, and desires only to cling to it.
- Here, here, O dear soul, when Christ’s love’s power The soul’s ground touches, that it from such power Of life, in the poison of misery is refreshed, So has He His rest in Jesus’ love opened.
- Here, here, O dear soul! arises another air, An air after GOD’S power, and in the state and [The Sins and the World, a Snare and a Lamentation, The Damnation of Themselves, and of Their Selves Ashamed.]
- Yet it is not, as a servant, from fear and dread, Before God’s wrath: Ah no! how then? from love and suffering, Because the soul here learns to know the Father, And Him not otherwise can, than pure love name.
- Ah, I, presumptuous soul, speaks it, in spirit troubled, The love have I created, the hatred have I loved! The death in the flesh sought, the life’s power forsaken, What I before loved, that will I now rightly hate!
- O Father of all power, O love-full sea! O that I wholly in you might sink! how eagerly Desires me from the mire, to you, O love, to come! Your heart has my heart, O Father-love, taken.
- Accursed vanity! accursed sin’s might! That with your countenance has covered, and me brought, With their magic-drink in wholly corrupted senses, That I you must hate: and that love win!
- So hard is Christ’s love, when it with a glance The dark soul’s ground touches, that soon the poison Is felt, and a thirst and hunger awakens, That after such power of love constantly moves.
- This is the faith, O soul, that through the love’s ray In the ground is kindled, in the dark death’s valley, With which faith’s power the soul can raise itself, To strive against sin and all false lusts.
- Are you now, dear soul, arrived at this place, So you are surely until the narrow gate Of life come, where the dividing-goal is to see, Where the severest combat the soul has to endure.
- Whether it now again back, or forward goes, Whether again into the world, it its whole sense To direct would be minded! Or wholly in Christ’s life To tread, and itself to Him wholly to yield.
- Here is no middle way: Who on the narrow step Will not wander, remains on the broad road of death, [The wholly damned world, that wholly in the fire lies, In Satan’s lap, that it in sin and lust rocks.]
- It is no third way: whoever JESUS heartily loves, Hates the world and themselves, and is always troubled, That false lusts themselves in their flesh arise, And Christ’s love-spirit always against strive.
- That can indeed not be lacking: the love is a hatred Of that, that is not love, be it this or that! With one foot you stand not, O soul, by Christ, And with the other with your enemy go.
- In double-mindedness is truly no rest! The heart in such state is wavering evermore, It can neither in GOD nor in the world set itself, It can neither here nor there intimately yield.
- Will it in God enter, so comes from flesh and blood An unwillingness: will it then fill its courage In flesh and eye’s lust, so feels it in conscience The hellishness of wrath and pure darknesses.
- O soul! ah soul here! ah here is great danger! I warn you, O soul, here take your heed! In such state receives the soul very many wounds, That Satan’s covers before they are bound.
- When then once at last such grimness awakens, When into the soul sounds the wrath’s grim voice: So begins the soul then with Cain to howl: The sins are too great! unhealable my wounds.
- O soul! consider it well! consider yourself! I implore! Perhaps comes soon the hour, when you the heavy woe, As the pain a woman, swiftly might overtake, So you will no longer at this place tarry.
- When then the love’s ray your heart and spirit touches, That you have a comfort of love in you poured forth, That your mind in you after love’s powers thirsts, As a dry land after dew and rain thirsts.
- So must you yield yourself, O your redeemed soul! To JESU your friend, to the Immanuel! He is the love’s dwelling, where all woe flows away, When into the dry heart a small drop flows.
- He is the Father’s heart, of pure love enflamed, And to the sinner’s comfort sent into the flesh, To avert sin and death, to break the chains, That Satan’s power eternally to compel.
- O over-great love! O love without all measure! That in the grim wrath, in the accursed hatred, And in the bitter envy of the devil gives itself, And into death sends the tender love’s life.
- For you, O poor soul! you, O lost child, To rescue from death, and deep gulf of sin, Wherein Satan’s spirit in hell’s anguish torments The soul, and eagerly in such distress drives.
- O wondrous faithfulness! O sweet love’s flood! That pours itself in us from Christ’s flesh and blood, And takes our sin, and our death swallows up, When His love the wrath with its power overcomes.
- There, there must joy be, when in the dark valley Of the soul this tone of eternity, the distress Of the dark hell’s ground with GOD’S power overcomes, That from the same nothing, but Hallelujah! flows.
- O wisdom! that here in our foolishness Itself God’s majesty so sweet and wondrous Presents, and to the spirit to taste offers itself, That it thereby refreshes, GOD above all loves.
- What a righteousness! that from God pours itself, And through the mediator into the spirit flows, That in penitence the sin’s abomination curses, And the grace-oil to its anointing seeks:
- O true holiness! when this grace-oil From the spirit pours itself and flows in body and soul, So becomes the soul a salve, and heals its pains, The flesh’s lust a death, when it moves itself in the heart.
- O great majesty! O great majesty, Wherein the soul’s spirit through Christ is raised! So it in faith’s love with Jesus unites itself, And the ungodliness of whole hearts avoids.
- O human! ah, will you then, that your sin’s distress, Together with all darkness, anxiety, doubt, distress, and death, Into this deep sea of love be thrown, Where no sorrow of yours the soul more troubles.
- When God’s being the weary soul’s spirit, With bread and wine of love refreshes, drinks and feeds, And through the sweet taste with GOD’S wisdom cheers, That it after God alone momentarily longs.
- When the righteousness, and true holiness, And great majesty, and great glory, The soul’s spirit surrounds, glorifies, and raises, That over sin, distress, and death it eternally floats.
- So send yourself into the covenant, that God’s love and Grace, with Christ’s blood and death for the soul established: To fill the enflamed wrath in the soul’s ground, With His sweetness and gentle love-will!
- When you in such covenant with God are entered, So is the false lust in the flesh mortified, The spirit in the love’s power stands in the light, And the flesh in the blood is to the earth banished.
- It is no other salve, it is no other power, It is no other comfort, it is no other taste, It is no other light, it is no other life, That the perfection the soul’s spirit can give.
- No other paradise, no other blessedness, As Jesus’ sweet power, and Christ’s loveliness, Wherefrom the grace-flood through all wounds wells, And the troubled spirit with love’s powers fills.
- Therefore, ah wounded soul, and ah, troubled spirit, That in the darkness with tear-bread feeds itself, That in the dark valley of death’s terrors feels, Wherein no water is, that this fire extinguishes.
- Awaken yourself yet only to your Bridegroom, The true soul’s friend, the sweet Lamb of God, That on the cross’s altar for us itself sacrificed, O wonder-deep love! who can you enough consider.
- Marry yourself with Him, so will He Himself with you, As His dearest bride, marry forevermore, Then besides this no love remains hidden, And you remain unloved, full of anguish, full of sorrows.

























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