For troubles without number surround us. Our sins have overruners and we cannot see. Ours sins are more than the hairs of our head And Our hearts failed within us. Be pleased to save us, oh Lord. Oh Lord come quickly, and help us. May those who seek to take our lives as this life was taken, Be put to shame and confusion May those who desire our ruin, be turn back in disgrace. May all those who say to us Aha, aha. Be appalled by their own shame For he lays the dead, the dust of the earth.