PRAYER TO THE SUFFERING INNOCENT

My Father, not my will

But yours alone be done.

This is my flesh,

this the blood I shed for you.

My soul does long for you,

O Lord, the living God.

My God, why have you forsaken me;

You are far from the sound of my cry.

I call by day and you give no reply;

I call by night and I find no peace.

In you, our fathers put their trust,

They trusted and you set them free.

But I am a worm and no man,

The butt of men, laughing stock of the people.

All who see me, deride me saying;

"He trusted in the Lord, let him save him".

From my mother's womb you have been my God.

Do not leave me alone in my distress.

Like water I am poured out,

Disjointed are all my bones.

A band of the wicked beset me,

They tear holes in my hands and my feet.

I can count every one of my bones,

They divide my clothing among them.

O Lord, make haste to help me,

I will tell of your name to my brethren.

They shall praise the Lord, those who seek him,

May their hearts live for ever and ever.