15 My eyes are ever toward the Lord,
for he will pluck my feet out of the net.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged;
bring me out of my distresses.
18 Consider my affliction and my trouble,
and forgive all my sins.
19 Consider how many are my foes,
and with what violent hatred they hate me.
20 Oh, guard my soul, and deliver me!
Let me not be put to shame, for I take refuge in you.
21 May integrity and uprightness preserve me,
Father.
My heart is soft today. There is
openness within my spirit. I am vulnerable and exposed.
Come and
shield me, for the arrows of the enemy try to pierce my heart to make
me cruel and bitter.
Cover me, in a hidden place known
only by us; for it is there my soul waits.
It is there I'll always
wait for you.
The enemy hunts and lurks about;
near the place of solitude.
Keep it hidden from him, keep me hidden.
And there I'll wait for you.
Come Lord,
For I need you, I need you quickly!
Luther.
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