| 1. O Lord, I am not worthy of Your consolation, nor of any spiritual visitation; and therefore You deal justly with me, when You leavest me poor and desolate. For if I were able to pour forth tears like the sea, still should I not be worthy of Your consolation. Therefore am I nothing worthy save to be scourged and punished, because I have grievously and many a time offended You, and in many things have greatly sinned. Therefore, true account being taken, I am not worthy even of the least of Your consolations. But You, gracious and merciful God, who willest not that Your works should perish, to show forth the riches of Your mercy upon the vessels of mercy, condescend even beyond all his own deserving, to comfort Your servant above the measure of mankind. For Your consolations are not like to the discoursings of men. | |