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New Psalms · Psalm VIII

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To recite to the Lord to cure bodily diseases

1. Oh Lord, You are kind and full of patience, and full of love and grace and mercy: So look down mildly from Your most sublime divine throne on me little worm, suffering and rolling back and forth in the dust of the earth in a very sick and painful way.

2. See, an annoying evil torments me very annoyingly, and makes the body unhelpful and completely incapable, this anyway annoying shell of the spirit, so I cannot do anything and work that would be useful for eternal life and salvation.

3. Already all patience is beginning to leave me, since You, dear Father, do not seem to hear me, the sufferer, now, when I call upon You from my deepest needs.

4. Oh do not hesitate, do not hesitate, most loving, Holy Father, and help me poor, me weak, me suffering sinner, otherwise I will truly perish in spirit and in my suffering soul, if You do not help me soon out of the affliction of the body.

5. It was certainly my own fault, and I myself contracted the disease of the body, because I did not live according to the holy order, which You most loving Father so faithfully gave us through Moses at the holy Sinai as the only guideline for the life of the spirit as well as of the body.

6. Yes, it was a great mistake by me, but now I cannot do it any differently, no longer undo the evil deeds I have done, not take away from myself now the burning, killing sin. Therefore then, be merciful to me, most loving Father, and take the sin away from me, and make me live again for better deeds; yes, for love and order, grant the health of the body to me, the sick, the languishing, suffering worm in the dust before You!

7 Oh health, you only purest source of the joys of life, when will you become completely my own again? When will you balsamic golden drop drip from the Holy Grace of the Heavenly Father, and bring me healing and strengthening to this my torn life in the world?

8 Oh, you linger, you heavenly cloud, may you never bring me, carried by holy winds, the strengthening, holy, healing drops of the balm of grace from above, from the holy Father?

9 Oh pain, oh double pain, depart, depart from me, and do not torment me poor one so long and so strongly, and give me space to pray and to ask for relief from above, from the holy, most loving Father, so that I may strengthen in the faith that He only, the holy Father, will surely soon help me out of the agony and the fear that I suffer in this torn body?

10 Oh Father, you most holy, most loving Father, hear, hear for once my fearful plea, and make me healthy again; for I can certainly not love, not praise and glorify you, holy Father, according to dignity and right and suitably in the sick, torn body.

11 Oh Jesus, most mighty Name, You have indeed made the dead rise from the grave; oh then speak to me also a mighty word, and I will quite surely recover from all the evil of the body, as well as of the soul and the spirit, through your all-merciful mighty word?

12 But should I well no longer be worthy of Your holy grace, no longer worthy of the divine help from You: oh then still be attentive of my sinful soul, and of my strongly wavering spirit, and give me patience in the carrying of the cross which You have mildly imposed on me for the acquittance of sins, and so then Your holy will be done, oh Jesus, always Your holy will. Amen.

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