‘Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord’ is a poem that carries a sub-title in Latin which means ‘Righteous art Thou, O Lord, when I plead with Thee: yet let me talk with Thee of thy judgments: wherefore doth the ways of the wicked prosper?” The narrator pleaded with the Lord as to give him a good reason to end all the disappointments that he endeavored. If God was his enemy, or his friend, he wonders about the manner that God would be even worse than those who thwart his life. The sots and thralls of lust thrive more in the spare hours than the time the narrator had spent elsewhere.
Life upon one’s cause; now any one can see the banks and brakes; clumps of ferns; which are thicken with leaves. They are laced again with fretty Chervil; fretted with interlacing pattern and chervil is a member of the parsley family; which looks fresh when the wind shakes them. Birds build their own nest but their strain is like the eunuch of time; which does not breed nor produce any active or fruitful work. ‘Mine’ here refers to ‘roots’ indicating that the narrator wants God to send ‘my roots rain’ since every other creature is flourishing. It may however also mean ‘My God’.