Analysis of O Man, Where is Thy Sting?

O feet, that knows no direction,
When will fleeing be a consideration?
The toes itch in varying degrees,
The nails crack with a shout of plea.

O hands, where shall you slither?
Shall the left stop what the right is after?
It goes to and fro under a disguise,
How could they walk without feet and eyes?

O lips, that cannot be sealed tight,
What blasphemy will you speak this day and night?
Shall disturbing truths be your habitual expression,
Or shall the lie-coated tongue release its celebrated excretion?

O eyes, that pride themselves on seeing in all directions,
Why can't you make good use of your clear vision?
Actively seeking vainglory, fame, and attention,
Why do you hesitate in pondering eternal destination?

O ears, that react to every flattering syllable,
Why do you listen to the world and deem it sensible?
Things applauded, called brave and stunning,  
Shall everything heard be invited without warning?

O mind, that boasts of nigh-omniscience,
Why do you create new ideas of malice?
Bathing and scrubbing sin like it's freshwater,
Did you slide into it and think that you won't falter?

O heart, the most deceitful of them all,
Argues that the days are still long and tall.
Fool! Do you not notice the world's horrific groaning?
Prepare yourself, for the culmination, is coming.

O knees, the vulnerable and weak,
Run back and forth, hide in a cave underneath.
But when He comes, everyone shall hear the call,
And you, in your fragility, shall be the first ones to fall.