O Lady, I have hoped in thee: deliver my soul from mine enemies.
Shut the mouth of the lion and break his teeth, and close the lips of my persecutors.
Delay not for the honour of thy name, to have mercy upon us.
Let the glory of thy countenance shine upon us, that our conscience may become pure before the Most High.
If the enemy persecute my soul, O Lady, that I may be strengthened by thy power, let not thy sword shine against us.