Psalm 118E

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.