"Blessed be You, my Creator and Redeemer. Do not be angry if I speak to You as a wounded patient to the doctor, as a troubled soul to the comforter, as a poor person to a rich and generous one.
"You see, the wounded patient says: 'O, doctor, please do not shrink from my pain, for You are my brother!'
"The troubled soul says: 'O, greatest of comforters, please do not despise me because I am fraught with anxiety, but grant rest to my heart and ease my mind!'
"The poor person says: 'O, You who are rich and lack nothing, look at me, for I am perilously hungry. See my nakedness, and give me clothing to keep me warm!'
"In the same way I say now: O Lord, almighty and most high, I look upon the wounds of my sins that have wounded me from infancy and I sigh, because my time has been spent uselessly. My strength is not up to the task, for it has been wasted in vanities. And so, as You are the source of all goodness and mercy, I beseech You: Have mercy on me; touch my heart with Your loving hand, for You are the best of doctors; comfort my soul, for You are the good Comforter!"