Surely, Lord, I am nothing, I can do nothing, I have nothing that is good of myself, but in all things I am defective, and do ever tend to nothing.
And unless thou help and inwardly instruct me, I become altogether cold and dissipated.
2. But thou, O Lord, art always the same, and endurest for ever; always good, just, and holy, doing all things well, justly and holily, and disposing all things with wisdom.
But I, that am more ready to go backward than forward, do not ever continue in one estate; for seven times are passed over me:
Yet it is soon better with me, when it so pleaseth thee, and when thou vouchsafest to stretch forth thy helping hand.
For thou alone canst help me without the aid of man, and so strengthen me, that my countenance shall be no more changed, but my heart shall be turned to thee alone, and there shall rest.
3. Thanks be unto thee, from whence all proceedeth, as often as it goeth well with me:
But I am mere vanity in thy sight, an inconstant and weak man.
Wherefore then can I glory? Or for what do I desire to be esteemed?
For nothing? But this is most vain?