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 Who wert  obliged  to  fly  into  Egypt  with  thy  Son, Pray for us.

Who wert  grieved  for  the  slaughter  of  the  Innocents, Pray for us.

Who for  three  days  didst  seek  sorrowing  thy  Son,  lost  in the  Temple,  when  he  was  twelve  years  old,  Pray for us.

Who didst  feel  the  constant  hatred  of  the  Jews  to  thy Son, Pray for us.

Who, on  the  day  of  the  Last  Supper,  didst  bid  thy  Son, when going  to  his  Passion,  a sad  farewell,  Pray for us.

Who didst  learn  that  thy  Son  was  betrayed  by  Judas,  and led away  captive,  Pray for us.

Who sawedst  thy  Son  delivered  up  as  a malefactor  to  the chief priests,

Who heardest  that  thy  Son  was  falsely  accused,

Who didst  learn  that  thy  Son’s  blessed  Face  was  struck with a fearful  blow,

Who heardest  that  thy  Son  was  most  cruelly  treated  by the  Jews  and  soldiers,

Who heardest  thy  Son  rejected  for  Barabbas,

Who beheldest  thy  Son  scourged  and  crowned  with thorns,

Who heardest  the  most  unjust  sentence  pronounced  upon thy Son,

Who wentest  to  meet  thy  Son  loaded  with  the  weight  of the  Cross,

Who heardest  thy  Son’s  blest  Hands  and  Feet  being pierced through  with  dreadful  nails,

Who receivedst  thy  Son’s  last  Words  upon  the  Cross,

Who stoodst  by  thy  Son  in  his  Agony,

Who didst  receive  in  thy  maternal  bosom  thy  Son’s  lifeless body  taken  down  from  the  Cross,

Who, after  the  burial  of  thy  Son’s  body,  returnedst  home all lone  and  sorrowful,

O Queen of  Martyrs,

O Mirror of  the  afflicted,

O Comfort of  the  weak,

O Strength of  the  timid,

O Refuge of  sinners,

By thy  Son’s  most  bitter  Passion  and  Death,  ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''

By thy  heart’s  most  bitter  sorrows, ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''

By thy  groans  and  tears, ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''

By thy  motherly  compassion, ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''

By thy  most  powerful  patronage, ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''

From immoderate  sorrow, ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''

From timidity  of  spirit, ''Deliver  us, O Queen  of  Martyrs. ''