Have mercy, my God.

1. Have mercy, O God, on my sinful soul. ; Have pity now on my sorrowful heart. ; The flint of Your wrath, the sharp, sharp dagger, ; Withhold the instrument of punishment for my sins. ; ; 2. Wash my heart also from sin, ; With your gracious hand heal my soul from wounds.. ; I confess my sins, I clearly experience, ; Because of which I can have no comfort. ; ; 3. My sins, like snakes, gnaw at my soul, ; They constantly dig and torment my breast. ; Where can I flee from Your face, from Your armed hand? ; Your weapons, Your sharp daggers run after me. ; ; 4. Against You alone, O God, have I sinned, ; Before Your holy face have I done evil. ; Oh, merciful Lord God, what use is it to me, ; Have mercy, have mercy on my sinful soul. ; ; 5. If you want to torment me according to my merit, ; To give me the reward of my countless sins, ; My head must perish, my soul must be condemned, ; For the multitude of my sins is more than the sand. ; ; 6. Even in my mother's womb, in the pit of death, ; I fell out and was cast into the devil's prison. ; Oh, hard misery, hellish captivity, ; Like a choke, like a distress, devilish deceit. ; ; 7. Cleanse my soul, Lord, with hyssop, ; Wash my heart with your mercy. ; Turn your eyes upon me, show me your mercy, ; Extend to me your hand, your holy help. ; ; 8. Cast me not away from your divine presence, ; And do not deprive me, I beg you, of your holy spirit. ; Create in me a new and pure heart, my God, my creator, ; Do not hold your anger against me any longer. ; ; 9. Deliver me now from the jaws of death, ; Save me from the harsh slavery of my sins. ; That I may live only for you, hasten to you, ; Praising you, may rejoice in you. ; ; 10. Open my lips to your praise, ; Move my tongue to your holy worship. ; Only you will I desire, only you will I desire, ; Oh, Lord, I will always cry out to you. ; ; 11. I know that you visit broken hearts, ; Whom you lovingly smite with your whip. ; Those who are few in number, are worthy of you, ; Grant, O Lord my God, that they may be among them. ; ; 12. More precious in your sight than many gifts, ; A broken heart, and sacrifices, ; A sorrowful sigh, than gold, or silver, ; Are more precious to you than all precious pearls. ; ; 13. Comfort your army, O Lord, ; Grant your faithful, contrite souls. ; Build up your walls for your holy church, ; Which they may offer to you in truth. ; ; 14. Praise and glory to the eternal Father, ; Blessed with the Holy Spirit, his holy Son. ; Full of the Holy Trinity, eternal truth, ; To the supreme power in heaven and on earth.