Turn thee (O Lord) unto me; have mercy upon me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
The sorrows of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my troubles.
Hast thou forgotten to be gracious, and shut up thy loving kindness in displeasure?
O remember thy compassions of old, and thy loving kindesses, which have been for many generations.
I had utterly fainted, if I had not believed to see thy goodnesse in the land of the living.
Let not the sins of our prosperitie deprive us of the benefit of thy afflictions.
Let this fiery triall consume the drosse which in long peace and plentie we had contracted.
Though thou continuest miseries, yet withdraw not thy grace; what is wanting of prosperitie, make up in patience and repentance.
And if thy anger be not to be yet turned away, but thy hand of Justice must be stretched out still: Let it, I beseech thee, be against me, and my Fathers house; as for these sheep, what have they done?
Let my sufferings satiate the malice of mine, and thy Churches enemies.