St Ephraim's Spiritual Psalter

From A Spiritual Psalter by our Holy Father St Ephraim of Edessa, the Syrian;
excerpted and arranged by Bishop Theophan the Recluse according to the manner
of the psalter of the Old Testament.
The text presented here is of the 120th 'Psalm' in St Ephraim's Spiritual Psalter.

"How Many Times Have I Promised,
Yet Every Time I Failed to Keep My Word.
But Disregard This According to Thy Grace."

Grant forgiveness, O Lord, send also strength. Convert me, that I might live in
sanctity,
according to Thy holy will. Sanctify my heart that has become a den and
dwelling-place of demons.
I am unworthy to ask forgiveness for myself, O Lord, for many times have I
promised to repent and proved myself a liar by not fulfilling my promise. Thou
hast picked me up many times already, but every time I freely chose to fall again.
Therefore I condemn myself and admit that I deserve all manner of punishment
and torture. How many times hast Thou enlightened my darkened mind; yet every
time I return again to base thoughts! My whole body trembles when I
contemplate this; yet every time sinful sensuality reconquers me.
How shall I recount all the gifts of Thy grace, O Lord, that I the pitiful one have
received? Yet I have reduced them all to nothing by my apathy -- and I continue
on in this manner. Thou has bestowed upon me thousands of gifts, yet miserable
me, I offer in return things repulsive to Thee.
Yet Thou, O Lord, inasmuch as Thou containest a sea of longsuffering and an
abyss of kindness, do not allow me to be felled as a fruitless fig tree; and do not
let me be burned without having ripened on the field of life. Snatch me not away
unprepared; seize not me who have not yet lit my lamp; take not away me who
have no wedding garment; but, because Thou art good and the lover of mankind,
have mercy on me. Give me time to repent, and place not my soul stripped naked
before Thy terrible and unwavering throne as a pitiful spectacle of infamy.
If a righteous man can barely be saved, then where will I end up, I who am
lawless and sinful? If the path that leads to life is strait and narrow, then how
can I be vouchsafed such good things, I who live a life of luxury, indulging in my
own pleasures and dissipation? But Thou, O Lord, my Saviour, Son of the true
God, as Thou knowest and desirest it, by Thy grace alone, freely turn me away
from the sin that abides in me and save me from ruin.