My soul hath fainted in thy ways, O Lady: and unless thou didst have the
greatest compassion on me, I should indeed have perished in my weakness.
My eyes have failed in thy contemplation: like a bottle in the frost my
soul has been before thee.
According to thy goodness quicken thou me: and I shall not forget thy
words, because to cling to thee is good.
By thy ruling the world goes on: which thou together with God hast founded
from the beginning.
I am all thine, o Lady; save me: for thy praises were desirable to me in
the time of my pilgrimage.
Glory be to the Father, etc.