I am but a poor creature, O my Lord; I have clung to the hem of your riches. I am sore sick; I have held fast the cord of your healing. Deliver me from the ills that have encircled me, and wash me thoroughly with the waters of your graciousness and mercy, and attire me with the raiment of wholesomeness, through your forgiveness and bounty. Fix, then, mine eyes upon you, and rid me of all attachment to aught else except yourself. Aid me to do what you desire, and to fulfill what you please. You are truly the Lord of this life and of the next. You are, in truth, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Merciful.