C:  “Praised be Thou, O Lord my God!  Thou beholdest...”

Praised be Thou, O Lord my God!  Thou beholdest my perplexity, and the depth of mine anguish, and the agony of my soul, and the afflictions which beset me.  By Thy glory!  My heart crieth to Thee by reason of the things that have befallen my loved ones in Thy path, and mine eyes run down with tears for them who, in these days, have ascended unto Thee, who have cast the world behind their backs, and set their faces towards the shores of Thy transcendent mercy.

Clothe them, O my God, with the robe of Thy favor and the raiment of Thy loving providence, which Thou hast reserved for Thine own Self and woven with the hands of Thy manifold bounties and gifts.  Give them, then, to drink, from the hands of Thy loving-kindness, of the cups of Thy measureless mercy.  Cause them, moreover, O my Best-Beloved, to abide within the precincts of Thy court and around Thy most effulgent Tabernacle.  Powerful art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee.

And now I implore Thee, by the eternity of Thy Self, to enable me to be patient in these tribulations which have caused the Concourse on high to wail and the denizens of the everlasting Paradise to weep, and through which all faces have been covered with the tawny dust provoked by the anguish that hath seized such of Thy servants as have turned towards Thy Name, the Most Exalted, the Most High.  No God is there but Thee, the Almighty, the Inaccessible, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Compassionate.

All Thy servants, O my God, are occupied with their own selves, so great have been the troubles which, as decreed by Thee, have encompassed them on every side.  My tongue, however, is busied in extolling Thy chosen ones, and my heart in remembering them that are dear to Thee and are wholly subject to Thy will.

Look not on my state, O my God, nor my failure to serve Thee, nay rather regard the oceans of Thy mercy and favors, and the things that beseem Thy glory and Thy forgiveness and befit Thy loving-kindness and bounties.  Thou art, verily, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Generous.

CI:  “Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  Thou beholdest...”

Praise be to Thee, O Lord my God!  Thou beholdest what the tongue of no one except Thee can utter, and bearest witness unto things which no mouth can recount.  The floods of afflictions are let loose, and the winds of Thy judgment have blown, and from the clouds rain down the darts of tests, and the heavens of Thy decree pour forth the arrows of trial.

Thou seest, O my Lord, how Thy servants, who have believed on Thee and acknowledged Thy signs, have fallen into the clutches of Thine enemies, how the doors of ease and comfort have been shut against them, how they languish in the Fortress wherein neither pleasantness nor hope can be found.  They have suffered in Thy path what no man before them hath suffered.  To this bear witness they who abide around Thy throne, and the dwellers of the earth, and the Concourse on high.