(from psalm thirty-one)
Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me.
I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul.
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief.
I am forgotten . . . as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.
But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, "You are my God."
Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love.
How great is your goodness . . . .
Praise be to the LORD, for he showed his wonderful love to me when I was in a besieged city.
In my alarm I said, "I am cut off from your sight!" Yet you heard my cry for mercy when I called to you for help.
Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD.