Most holy and afflicted mother, queen of martyrs, you stood beneath the cross and witnessed the agony of your dying Son.
Look down with tenderness and pity on me as I meditate on your sorrows and place my request in the sanctuary of your wounded heart.

To whom shall I have recourse in my needs and wants if not to you, mother of mercy, who drank so deeply of the chalice of your Son?
To whom shall I turn if not to you, mother of sorrows, who shared in the sorrows of your Son from birth to death?

The Father, who chose you to be the mother of his Son allowed the sword of sorrow to pierce you through.
In the immensity of the sorrows you suffered, help me to persevere and bear patiently with my present sorrow.

If it be for your Son's honor and glory, and the good of my soul obtain for me from Jesus, your Son, the favor which I now ask of you.

(Now put your petition before Our Lady)

Thou goest to sacrifice Thyself as a propitiation for all men.
Peter, who said that he would die with Thee, does not come to Thee.
Thomas, who said, "Let us all die with Him," has forsaken Thee.
Not one of these is with Thee, but Thou art led forth alone, Thou who didst preserve me immaculate, my Son and my God.
They who promised to go with Thee into prison and to die with Thee have forsaken Thee and have fled.
Not one of these is with Thee, but Thou art led forth alone, Thou who didst preserve me immaculate, my Son and my God. AMEN.