Psalm 101

O Lady, hear my prayer: and let my cry come unto thee. Turn not thy sacred countenance away from me: nor hate me because of my uncleanness. Forsake me not in the thought and counsel of mine enemies: and permit me not to fall in their wicked attacks. Those who trust in thee, will not fear the tortuous snake: and those who exalt thee in praises will escape the hand of Acheron. By thy virginal conception give me a good confidence in thee: and by thy admirable delivery rejoice my soul. Glory be to the Father, etc.