Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
Make my soul safe from the sword, my life from the power of the dog.
The troubles of my heart are increased: O take me out of my sorrows.
For unnumbered evils are round about me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I am bent down with their weight; they are more than the hairs of my head, my strength is gone because of them.
Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.
The tax-farmer, on the other hand, keeping far away, and not lifting up even his eyes to heaven, made signs of grief and said, God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
And he said, Jesus, keep me in mind when you come in your kingdom.