Wednesday of Holy Week

Salvum me fac.
Save me O God.
For the waters are come into the soul to my heart’s lack.
I stick fast in the deep sod.
I am come into the suffocating waters and I am weary of crying.
My throat is brittle dry.
They hate me by their tongues’ lying.
They have no cause is my sigh.
Mine enemies are more than the hairs of my head.
Though guiltless they would destroy me.
You God know my supplications that I have left unsaid.
Let those that trust me see my prayers as your fee.
It is only for you God that I suffer this reproof.
And it is your understanding that is your existence’s proof.