Sol 5.6

  1. My God, my laying bare my poverty and need

    to the mercy of the generous Enricher is my means of approach.

  2. In Your sight, O Enricher of the poor, is my humble plea—

    my poverty, my destitution, and my lack of resource.

  3. By Your grace, O Enricher of the poor, You opened for me

    the calling upon You that opens for me the treasures of response.

  4. My God, You made all created beings needy—

    before You, powerless in the tether of the divine will.

  5. Who, then, can enrich me but You, when everything

    other than You is poor and cannot fulfill my need?

  6. And in the extremity of my affliction under Your decree, I called—

    distraught; my Lord, my prayer did not take shape in words.

  7. My God, Your goodness and remembrance of me are from of old,

    as is Your nurturing me with a blessing at every stage,

  8. Your easing the means for me through their avenues,

    and Your enriching me, O God, beyond my fondest wish.

  9. All this is a favor from You I had never expected

    through any wish or intention that looked beyond You, my Lord.

  10. You are the One who enriches and makes content by sheer favor,

    not because a servant deserves even a speck.

  11. Your protection, O Enricher! Spread forth honor and sufficiency

    for me by Your grace; do not abase me before created nature.

Sol 5.6