Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He comet 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 succor, but of thee, O Lord, who for our sins are justly displeased? Yet O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty, O holy and most merciful Savior, deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.