For though I could shed a sea of tears, yet I were not worthy of thy comfort.
For, alas, I deserve nothing but to be punished, in that I have grievously offended thee in many things.
But thou, O merciful God, who willest not that any should perish, to shew the riches of thy goodness, vouchsafest to comfort thy servant above the manner of men:
For thy comforts are not like the words of men.
2. What have I done, O Lord that thou shouldest bestow any heavenly comforts upon me?
I remember not that I have done any good, but have been always prone to sin and slow to amendment.
This is true, and I cannot deny it: if I should say otherwise, thou wouldst stand against me, and there would be none to defend me.
What have I deserved but hell and everlasting fire?
I confess in very truth, that I am worthy of all scorn and contempt, and it is not fit that I should be numbered among thy saints.
3. What shall I say, guilty as I am, and full of all confusion?