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Tobit’s Prayer

3Then with much grief and anguish of heart I wept, and with groaning began to pray:
² ‘You are righteous, O Lord,
   and all your deeds are just;
all your ways are mercy and truth;
   you judge the world.^*
3 And now, O Lord, remember me
   and look favourably upon me.
Do not punish me for my sins
   and for my unwitting offences
   and those that my ancestors committed before you.
They sinned against you,
⁴   and disobeyed your commandments.
So you gave us over to plunder, exile, and death,
   to become the talk, the byword, and an object of reproach,
   among all the nations among whom you have dispersed us.
⁵ And now your many judgements are true
   in exacting penalty from me for my sins.
For we have not kept your commandments
   and have not walked in accordance with truth before you.
⁶ So now deal with me as you will;
   command my spirit to be taken from me,
   so that I may be released from the face of the earth and become dust.
For it is better for me to die than to live,
   because I have had to listen to undeserved insults,
   and great is the sorrow within me.
Command, O Lord, that I be released from this distress;
   release me to go to the eternal home,
   and do not, O Lord, turn your face away from me.
For it is better for me to die
   than to see so much distress in my life
   and to listen to insults.’

Sarah Falsely Accused

7 On the same day, at Ecbatana in Media, it also happened that Sarah, the daughter of Raguel, was reproached by one of her father’s maids. ¹¹At that same time, with hands outstretched towards the window, she prayed and said,
‘Blessed are you, merciful God!
   Blessed is your name for ever;
   let all your works praise you for ever.
¹² And now, Lord,^* I turn my face to you,
   and raise my eyes towards you.
¹³ Command that I be released from the earth
   and not listen to such reproaches any more.
¹⁴ You know, O Master, that I am innocent
   of any defilement with a man,
¹⁵ and that I have not disgraced my name
   or the name of my father in the land of my exile.
I am my father’s only child;
   he has no other child to be his heir;
and he has no close relative or other kindred
   for whom I should keep myself as wife.
Already seven husbands of mine have died.
   Why should I still live?
But if it is not pleasing to you, O Lord, to take my life,
   hear me in my disgrace.’