Glorified art Thou, O Lord my God! I beseech
Thee by Him Who is Thy Most Great
Name, Who hath been sorely afflicted by such of
Thy creatures as have repudiated Thy truth, and
Who hath been hemmed in by sorrows which no
tongue can describe, to grant that I may remember
Thee and celebrate Thy praise, in these days when
all have turned away from Thy beauty, have disputed
with Thee, and turned away disdainfully
from Him Who is the Revealer of Thy Cause.
None is there, O my Lord, to help Thee except
Thine own Self, and no power to succor Thee save
Thine own power.
I entreat Thee to enable me to cleave steadfastly
in Thy love and Thy remembrance. This is, verily,
within my power, and Thou art the One that
knoweth all that is in me. Thou, in truth, art
knowing, apprised of all. Deprive me not, O my
Lord, of the splendors of the light of Thy face,
whose brightness hath illuminated the whole
world. No God is there beside Thee, the Most
Powerful, the All-Glorious, the Ever-Forgiving.