In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

[Poland gently touches Spain's forehead with his fingers, making the sign of the cross. The motion is a little clumisier than usual, he sacrificed the hand he normally did these things with. He thinks God will understand though.]

Hear me, Lord, my plea is just. Listen to my cry.
Hear my prayer. it does not rise from deceitful lips.
Let my vindication come from you, may your eyes see what is right.

I call on you, my God, for you will answer me. Turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
Show Spain the wonders of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes.

Keep Spain as the apple of your eye.
Hide him in the shadow of your wings from the wicked who are out to destroy him, from his mortal enemies who surround him.

Rise up, Lord, confront them, bring them down. With your sword rescue Spain from the wicked.
By your hand save Spain from such people, Lord, from those of this world whose reward is in this life.

Spain will be vindicated and will see your face. When Spain awakes, he will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.

Amen.