Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;
Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self:
The distresses of my heart, hath he relieved, - and, out of my straits, brought me forth.
For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.
But, the tax-collector, afar off, standing, - would not so much as lift up, his eyes, unto heaven, but kept smiting his own breast saying - O God! be propitiated unto me, the sinner!
And he went on to say - Jesus! remember me, whensoever thou shalt come into thy kingdom.