To thee, O Lady, have I lifted up my soul: in the judgment of God, by the
help of thy prayers, I shall not be ashamed.
Let not my adversaries make game of me: for those who trust in thee are
Let not the snares of death prevail against me: and the camps of the
malignant not hinder my steps.
Crush their violence in thy might: and with mildness meet my soul.
Be my guide unto my fatherland: and deign to join me to thy angelic hosts.
Glory be to the Father, etc.