Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; He fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. In the midst of life we are in death: Of whom may we seek for succour, but of Thee, O Lord, Who for our sins art justly displeased? Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty, O holy and most merciful Saviour, Deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.