Ant: Do not recall, Lord, our offenses nor those of our parents, and do not take vengeance because of our sins.
Psalm 6
Lord,
when thou dost reprove me, let it not be in anger; when thou dost chastise me,
let it not be in displeasure.
Lord,
pity me; I have no strength left; Lord, heal me; my limbs tremble;
my
spirits are altogether broken; Lord, wilt thou never be content?
Lord,
turn back, and grant a wretched soul relief; as thou art ever merciful, save
me.
When death comes, there is no more remembering thee; none can praise thee in the tomb.
I am spent with sighing; every night I lie weeping on my bed, till the tears drench my pillow.
Grief has dimmed my eyes, faded their lustre now, so many are the adversaries that surround me.
Depart from me, all you that traffic in iniquity; the Lord has heard my cry of distress.
When death comes, there is no more remembering thee; none can praise thee in the tomb.
I am spent with sighing; every night I lie weeping on my bed, till the tears drench my pillow.
Grief has dimmed my eyes, faded their lustre now, so many are the adversaries that surround me.
Depart from me, all you that traffic in iniquity; the Lord has heard my cry of distress.
Here
was a prayer divinely heard, a boon divinely granted.
All
my enemies will be abashed and terrified; taken aback, all in a moment, and put
to shame.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Psalm 32
Blessed
are they who have their faults forgiven, their transgressions buried deep;
blessed is the man who is not guilty in the Lord’s reckoning, the heart that hides no treason.
While I kept my own secret, evermore I went sighing, so wasted my frame away,
bowed down day and night by thy chastisement; still my strength ebbed, faint as in mid-summer heat.
At last I made my transgression known to thee, and hid my sin no longer; Fault of mine, said I, I here confess to the Lord; and with that, thou didst remit the guilt of my sin.
Let every devout soul, then, turn to thee in prayer when hard times befall; rise the floods never so high, they shall have no power to reach it.
Thou art my hiding-place, when I am sore bestead; songs of triumph are all about me, and thou my deliverer.
blessed is the man who is not guilty in the Lord’s reckoning, the heart that hides no treason.
While I kept my own secret, evermore I went sighing, so wasted my frame away,
bowed down day and night by thy chastisement; still my strength ebbed, faint as in mid-summer heat.
At last I made my transgression known to thee, and hid my sin no longer; Fault of mine, said I, I here confess to the Lord; and with that, thou didst remit the guilt of my sin.
Let every devout soul, then, turn to thee in prayer when hard times befall; rise the floods never so high, they shall have no power to reach it.
Thou art my hiding-place, when I am sore bestead; songs of triumph are all about me, and thou my deliverer.
Friend,
let me counsel thee, trace for thee the path thy feet should tread; let my
prudence watch over thee.
Do not be like the horse and the mule, senseless creatures which will not come near thee unless their spirit is tamed by bit and bridle.
Again and again the sinner must feel the lash; he who trusts in the Lord finds nothing but mercy all around him.
Just souls, be glad, and rejoice in the Lord; true hearts, make your boast in him.
Do not be like the horse and the mule, senseless creatures which will not come near thee unless their spirit is tamed by bit and bridle.
Again and again the sinner must feel the lash; he who trusts in the Lord finds nothing but mercy all around him.
Just souls, be glad, and rejoice in the Lord; true hearts, make your boast in him.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Psalm 38
Thy
reproof, Lord, not thy vengeance; thy chastisement, not thy condemnation!
Thy arrows pierce me, thy hand presses me hard;
thy anger has driven away all health from my body, never a bone sound in it, so grievous are my sins.
My own wrong-doing towers high above me, hangs on me like a heavy burden;
my wounds fester and rankle, with my own folly to blame.
Beaten down, bowed to the earth, I go mourning all day long,
my whole frame afire, my whole body diseased;
so spent, so crushed, I groan aloud in the weariness of my heart.
Thou, Lord, knowest all my longings, no complaint of mine escapes thee;
restless my heart, gone my strength; the very light that shone in my eyes is mine no longer.
Thy arrows pierce me, thy hand presses me hard;
thy anger has driven away all health from my body, never a bone sound in it, so grievous are my sins.
My own wrong-doing towers high above me, hangs on me like a heavy burden;
my wounds fester and rankle, with my own folly to blame.
Beaten down, bowed to the earth, I go mourning all day long,
my whole frame afire, my whole body diseased;
so spent, so crushed, I groan aloud in the weariness of my heart.
Thou, Lord, knowest all my longings, no complaint of mine escapes thee;
restless my heart, gone my strength; the very light that shone in my eyes is mine no longer.
Friends
and neighbours that meet me keep their distance from a doomed man; old
companions shun me.
Ill-wishers that grudge me life itself lay snares about me, threaten me with ruin; relentlessly their malice plots against me.
And I, all the while, am deaf to their threats, dumb before my accusers;
mine the unheeding ear, and the tongue that utters no defence.
On thee, Lord, my hopes are set; thou, O Lord my God, wilt listen to me.
Such is the prayer I make, Do not let my enemies triumph over me, boast of my downfall.
Fall full well I may; misery clouds my view;
I am ever ready to publish my guilt, ever anxious over my sin.
Unprovoked, their malice still prevails; so many that bear me a grudge so wantonly,
rewarding good with evil, and for the very rightness of my cause assailing me.
Do not fail me, O Lord my God, do not forsake me;
hasten to my defence, O Lord, my only refuge.
Ill-wishers that grudge me life itself lay snares about me, threaten me with ruin; relentlessly their malice plots against me.
And I, all the while, am deaf to their threats, dumb before my accusers;
mine the unheeding ear, and the tongue that utters no defence.
On thee, Lord, my hopes are set; thou, O Lord my God, wilt listen to me.
Such is the prayer I make, Do not let my enemies triumph over me, boast of my downfall.
Fall full well I may; misery clouds my view;
I am ever ready to publish my guilt, ever anxious over my sin.
Unprovoked, their malice still prevails; so many that bear me a grudge so wantonly,
rewarding good with evil, and for the very rightness of my cause assailing me.
Do not fail me, O Lord my God, do not forsake me;
hasten to my defence, O Lord, my only refuge.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Psalm 51
Have
mercy on me, O God, as thou art ever rich in mercy; in the abundance of thy
compassion, blot out the record of my misdeeds.
Wash me clean, cleaner yet, from my guilt, purge me of my sin,
the guilt which I freely acknowledge, the sin which is never lost to my sight.
Thee only my sins have offended; it is thy will I have disobeyed; thy sentence was deserved, and still when thou givest award thou hast right on thy side.
For indeed, I was born in sin; guilt was with me already when my mother conceived me.
But thou art a lover of faithfulness, and now, deep in my heart, thy wisdom has instructed me.
Sprinkle me with a wand of hyssop, and I shall be clean; washed, I shall be whiter than snow;
tidings send me of good news and rejoicing, and the body that lies in the dust shall thrill with pride.
Wash me clean, cleaner yet, from my guilt, purge me of my sin,
the guilt which I freely acknowledge, the sin which is never lost to my sight.
Thee only my sins have offended; it is thy will I have disobeyed; thy sentence was deserved, and still when thou givest award thou hast right on thy side.
For indeed, I was born in sin; guilt was with me already when my mother conceived me.
But thou art a lover of faithfulness, and now, deep in my heart, thy wisdom has instructed me.
Sprinkle me with a wand of hyssop, and I shall be clean; washed, I shall be whiter than snow;
tidings send me of good news and rejoicing, and the body that lies in the dust shall thrill with pride.
Turn
thy eyes away from my sins, blot out the record of my guilt;
my God, bring a clean heart to birth within me; breathe new life, true life, into my being.
Do not banish me from thy presence, do not take thy holy spirit away from me;
give me back the comfort of thy saving power, and strengthen me in generous resolve.
So will I teach the wicked to follow thy paths; sinners shall come back to thy obedience.
My God, my divine Deliverer, save me from the guilt of bloodshed! This tongue shall boast of thy mercies;
O Lord, thou wilt open my lips, and my mouth shall tell of thy praise.
Thou hast no mind for sacrifice, burnt-offerings, if I brought them, thou wouldst refuse;
here, O God, is my sacrifice, a broken spirit; a heart that is humbled and contrite thou, O God, wilt never disdain.
Lord, in thy great love send prosperity to Sion, so that the walls of Jerusalem may rise again.
Then indeed thou wilt take pleasure in solemn sacrifice, in gift and burnt-offering; then indeed bullocks will be laid upon thy altar.
my God, bring a clean heart to birth within me; breathe new life, true life, into my being.
Do not banish me from thy presence, do not take thy holy spirit away from me;
give me back the comfort of thy saving power, and strengthen me in generous resolve.
So will I teach the wicked to follow thy paths; sinners shall come back to thy obedience.
My God, my divine Deliverer, save me from the guilt of bloodshed! This tongue shall boast of thy mercies;
O Lord, thou wilt open my lips, and my mouth shall tell of thy praise.
Thou hast no mind for sacrifice, burnt-offerings, if I brought them, thou wouldst refuse;
here, O God, is my sacrifice, a broken spirit; a heart that is humbled and contrite thou, O God, wilt never disdain.
Lord, in thy great love send prosperity to Sion, so that the walls of Jerusalem may rise again.
Then indeed thou wilt take pleasure in solemn sacrifice, in gift and burnt-offering; then indeed bullocks will be laid upon thy altar.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Psalm 102
O
Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto thee.
Do not turn thy face away from me, but lend me thy ear in time of affliction; give me swift audience whenever I call upon thee.
See how this life of mine passes away like smoke, how this frame wastes like a tinder!
Drained of strength, like grass the sun scorches, I leave my food untasted, forgotten;
I am spent with sighing, till my skin clings to my bones.
I am no better than a pelican out in the desert, an owl on some ruined dwelling;
I keep mournful watch, lonely as a single sparrow on the house top.
Still my enemies taunt me, in their mad rage make a by-word of me.
Ashes are all my food, I drink nothing but what comes to me mingled with my tears;
I shrink before thy vengeful anger, so low thou hast brought me, who didst once lift me so high.
Like a tapering shadow my days dwindle, wasting away, like grass in the sun!
Lord, thou endurest for ever, thy name, age after age, is not forgotten;
surely thou wilt bestir thyself, and give Sion redress! It is time, now, to take pity on her, the hour has come.
See how thy servants love her even in ruin, how they water her dust with their tears!
Will not the heathen learn reverence, Lord, for thy glorious name, all those monarchs of the earth,
when they hear that the Lord has built Sion anew; that he has revealed himself there in glory,
has given heed to the prayer of the afflicted, neglects their appeal no more?
Such legend inscribe we for a later age to read it; a new people will arise, to praise the Lord;
the Lord, who looks down from his sanctuary on high, viewing earth from heaven,
who has listened to the groans of the prisoners, delivered a race that was doomed to die.
There will be talk of the Lord’s name in Sion, of his praise in Jerusalem,
when peoples and kings meet there to pay him their homage.
Here, on my journey, he has brought my strength to an end, cut short my days.
What, my God, wilt thou snatch me away, my life half done? Age after age thy years endure;
it was thou, Lord, that didst lay the foundations of earth when time began, it was thy hand that built the heavens.
They will perish, but thou wilt remain; they will all be like a cloak that grows threadbare, and thou wilt lay them aside like a garment, and exchange them for new;
thou art unchanging, thy years can never fail.
The posterity of thy servants shall yet hold their lands in peace, their race shall live on in thy keeping.
Do not turn thy face away from me, but lend me thy ear in time of affliction; give me swift audience whenever I call upon thee.
See how this life of mine passes away like smoke, how this frame wastes like a tinder!
Drained of strength, like grass the sun scorches, I leave my food untasted, forgotten;
I am spent with sighing, till my skin clings to my bones.
I am no better than a pelican out in the desert, an owl on some ruined dwelling;
I keep mournful watch, lonely as a single sparrow on the house top.
Still my enemies taunt me, in their mad rage make a by-word of me.
Ashes are all my food, I drink nothing but what comes to me mingled with my tears;
I shrink before thy vengeful anger, so low thou hast brought me, who didst once lift me so high.
Like a tapering shadow my days dwindle, wasting away, like grass in the sun!
Lord, thou endurest for ever, thy name, age after age, is not forgotten;
surely thou wilt bestir thyself, and give Sion redress! It is time, now, to take pity on her, the hour has come.
See how thy servants love her even in ruin, how they water her dust with their tears!
Will not the heathen learn reverence, Lord, for thy glorious name, all those monarchs of the earth,
when they hear that the Lord has built Sion anew; that he has revealed himself there in glory,
has given heed to the prayer of the afflicted, neglects their appeal no more?
Such legend inscribe we for a later age to read it; a new people will arise, to praise the Lord;
the Lord, who looks down from his sanctuary on high, viewing earth from heaven,
who has listened to the groans of the prisoners, delivered a race that was doomed to die.
There will be talk of the Lord’s name in Sion, of his praise in Jerusalem,
when peoples and kings meet there to pay him their homage.
Here, on my journey, he has brought my strength to an end, cut short my days.
What, my God, wilt thou snatch me away, my life half done? Age after age thy years endure;
it was thou, Lord, that didst lay the foundations of earth when time began, it was thy hand that built the heavens.
They will perish, but thou wilt remain; they will all be like a cloak that grows threadbare, and thou wilt lay them aside like a garment, and exchange them for new;
thou art unchanging, thy years can never fail.
The posterity of thy servants shall yet hold their lands in peace, their race shall live on in thy keeping.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Psalm 130
Out
of the depths I cry to thee, O Lord;
Master, listen to my voice; let but thy ears be attentive to the voice that calls on thee for pardon.
If thou, Lord, wilt keep record of our iniquities, Master, who has strength to bear it?
Ah, but with thee there is forgiveness; be thy name ever revered.
I wait for the Lord, for his word of promise my soul waits;
patient my soul waits, as ever watchman that looked for the day. Patient as watchman at dawn,
for the Lord Israel waits, the Lord with whom there is mercy, with whom is abundant power to ransom.
He it is that will ransom Israel from all his iniquities.
Master, listen to my voice; let but thy ears be attentive to the voice that calls on thee for pardon.
If thou, Lord, wilt keep record of our iniquities, Master, who has strength to bear it?
Ah, but with thee there is forgiveness; be thy name ever revered.
I wait for the Lord, for his word of promise my soul waits;
patient my soul waits, as ever watchman that looked for the day. Patient as watchman at dawn,
for the Lord Israel waits, the Lord with whom there is mercy, with whom is abundant power to ransom.
He it is that will ransom Israel from all his iniquities.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Psalm 143:1-11
Listen,
Lord, to my prayer; give my plea a hearing, as thou art ever faithful; listen,
thou who lovest the right.
Do not call thy servant to account; what man is there living that can stand guiltless in thy presence?
See how my enemies plot against my life, how they have abased me in the dust, set me down in dark places, like the long-forgotten dead!
My spirits are crushed within me, my heart is cowed.
And my mind goes back to past days; I think of all thou didst once, dwell on the proofs thou gavest of thy power.
To thee I spread out my hands in prayer, for thee my soul thirsts, like a land parched with drought.
Hasten, Lord, to answer my prayer; my spirit grows faint. Do not turn thy face away from me, and leave me like one sunk in the abyss.
Speedily let me win thy mercy, my hope is in thee; to thee I lift up my heart, shew me the path I must follow;
to thee I fly for refuge, deliver me, Lord, from my enemies.
Thou art my God, teach me to do thy will; let thy gracious spirit lead me, safe ground under my feet.
For the honour of thy own name, Lord, grant me life; in thy mercy rescue me from my cruel affliction.
Do not call thy servant to account; what man is there living that can stand guiltless in thy presence?
See how my enemies plot against my life, how they have abased me in the dust, set me down in dark places, like the long-forgotten dead!
My spirits are crushed within me, my heart is cowed.
And my mind goes back to past days; I think of all thou didst once, dwell on the proofs thou gavest of thy power.
To thee I spread out my hands in prayer, for thee my soul thirsts, like a land parched with drought.
Hasten, Lord, to answer my prayer; my spirit grows faint. Do not turn thy face away from me, and leave me like one sunk in the abyss.
Speedily let me win thy mercy, my hope is in thee; to thee I lift up my heart, shew me the path I must follow;
to thee I fly for refuge, deliver me, Lord, from my enemies.
Thou art my God, teach me to do thy will; let thy gracious spirit lead me, safe ground under my feet.
For the honour of thy own name, Lord, grant me life; in thy mercy rescue me from my cruel affliction.
Glory
be to the Father and to the Son and the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning
is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant: Do not recall,
Lord, our offenses nor those of our parents, and do not take vengeance because
of our sins.
The Psalms are from the Douay Rheims, with numbering adjusted for contemporary usage. The antiphon is from the 1967 Dominican Breviary.
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