touched me. Why do ye persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh? Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book? With an iron style, and on a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument on the rock? For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and on the last day I shall rise out of the earth. And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God. Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this, my hope, is laid up in my bosom.
R. Judge me not, O Lord, according to my deeds, for I have done nothing worthy in Thy sight; therefore I beseech Thy majesty, * that Thou, O God, mayst blot out my iniquity.
V. Wash me, O Lord, yet more from my injustice, and cleanse me from my sin. * That Thou, O God, mayst blot out my iniquity.
