Psalm 70

In thee, O Lady, have I hoped: let me never be confounded: in thy mercy deliver me and free me. Because of the multitude of my iniquities: I am vehemently oppressed. Mine enemies have acted above my head: they have mocked me and derided me day by day. See, O Lady, how I am troubled: stretch forth thy hands, and succor him who perishes. Delay not, for the sake of the grace of thy name: and thou shalt become unto me joy and salvation. Glory be to the Father, etc.