Act of Contrition

I forgot to post when it happened, but my confessor had me use a different act of contrition last time, and I thought I would share it. It is from Ps 142, towards the beginning. In the breviary I had on me, it goes as follows:

And enter not into judgment with your servant, for before you no living man is just. For the enemy pursues me; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has left me dwelling in the dark, like those long dead. And my spirit is faint within me, my heart within me is appalled.