Editing Gleanings39/GPT5 2

And once they hung me in the air, then beat me with the bullets of rancor and hatred they had, until they severed my limbs and separated my body parts, until time reached these days in which those who bear fetters have gathered against my soul, and at every moment they scheme to plant my spite and hatred into the hearts of people, and they plot in that with all that they are able to do… By Your might, O my Beloved, I thank You then in that state, and for all that has befallen me in the path of Your good pleasure, and I shall be content with You and with the wondrous marvels of Your tribulations…