Though I have not yet sight, O My God,
Look Thou upon my sorrowful estate and bring me Thy help!
For I am vulnerable, oh so vulnerable.
More than the orphan or widow in the grasp of the
unrighteous,
I can do nothing to save myself.
I hear others plotting to end my life,
Readying their instruments of death
To destroy me for their own gain.
Though I have not yet my own voice, O My God,
Raise up a cry for me, I pray,
From the lips of the righteous before a just judge.
For my enemies speak evil against my life,
Though I am innocent of wrongdoing;
Even my mother, who might tenderly nurture me,
Has determined to destroy me,
As though her choice to kill, not my very life,
Were a human right!
I know not my father, but I would know Thee, O Father God.
My mother in her brokenness and pain,
Would break me, hurt me, and put me to death.
O LORD, make haste to help me!
O LORD, make speed to save me!
Let those be put to shame and disappointed altogether
Who wish to snatch away my tender days
And deny me years of life,
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are Thy works, My Father;
My soul knows it full well.
My frame is not hidden from Thee
As I am being formed in secret
And intricately and marvelously woven together.
Thy eyes have seen my unformed substance.
Even before my first day in the womb,
Was I not reckoned in Thy book?
Save me, O God! Save
me
From those whose rights lay claim to my life,
The life that Thou has given to me.
Save me, O my God!
Save me!
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