Centone

Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer.

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee,

when my heart is overwhelmed:

lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

For mine iniquities are gone over mine head:

as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;

my heart within me is desolate.

But I will hope continually,

and will yet praise thee more and more.

For thou art my hope, O Lord God:

thou art my trust from my youth.

I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.

For thou art my rock and my fortress;

therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me.