O Lady, why are they multiplied who afflict me? By thy might thou shalt follow them and scatter them.
Loose the bands of our impiety: take away the burden of our sins. Have mercy on me, O Lady, and heal my sickness: take away the grief and anguish of my heart.
Deliver me not into the hands of my enemies: and in the day of my death strengthen thou my soul.
Lead me into the harbor of salvation: and give up for me my spirit to my Maker and Creator.
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