Lauds: Tuesday, wk 2

During Lent, this O.T. Canticle, based on Isaiah 55:6-12,
replaces the one for ordinary time

Seek God who can always be found.
Call on the Most High who is near.
Let the sinner reject evil ways,
and return to God who freely forgives.

God says, My thoughts are not like yours,
nor are your ways like my own.
As the heavens are high above the earth,
so my thoughts, my ways are above your own.

As rain and snow come down from heaven,
and do not return till they water the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to eat.

So is my word that goes forth from my mouth;
it does not return to me unfulfilled.
It will accomplish whatever I intend,
and achieve what I sent it to do.

Yes, in joy you will depart;
in peace you will be brought back.
Mountains and hills will break out in song,
and all the trees will clap their hands.

Psalm 84  (Longing for God’s dwelling)
 
How lovely is the place where you dwell, 
O God of power and might!
 

With desire my heart is longing;
I yearn for your courts.
My whole being cries out with joy,
for you, the living God!
 
Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest for her young;
so I am at home near your altars,
O God of power and might.
 

They are happy who live in your house,
who sing your praise forever.
They are happy who find strength in you,
whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
 
They pass through a desolate valley,
but find it a place of springs,
as though blest with the early rain,
and covered with pools of water.
 

They climb from height to height,
to behold their God in Zion.
 

O God of power and might,
listen and hear my prayer.
Behold, O God, our shield;
look on the face of your anointed.
 

One day in your courts is better
than a thousand lived outside.
I would rather be a servant in your house
than live in the tents of the wicked.
 

O God, our sun and our shield,
grace and glory are yours to give.
You will hold back no good thing
from those who live without blame.
 

O God of power and might,
they are happy who trust in you!
 

Psalm 137  (Homesickness in exile)
 
By the waters of Babylon we sat and wept,
as we mourned the memory of Zion.
On the trees in the midst of that land
we hung up our harps.
 
Those who had taken us captive,
asked us for songs of joy.
“Sing for us,” they urged,
“one of the songs of Zion.”
 
How could we sing the holy songs
in a foreign land?
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
let my right hand wither.
 
Let my tongue cleave to my mouth,
if I do not remember you.
if I do not set Jerusalem
above my highest joy.
 
Remember, O God, how the Edomites,
on the day of Jerusalem’s fall,
had shouted: “Tear it down;
tear it down to the ground.”
 
O Babylon, destroyer, some will be glad
to pay you back for what you have done;
They shall seize your infants
and dash them against the rock.
 

O.T. Canticle, based on Sirach 39:12-16,19,20,32,33,35
 

Once more I will set forth my theme,
to shine like the moon in its fullness!
Listen, faithful children, and blossom,
like roses that grow near running waters.
 

Send out sweet fragrance like incense,
and put forth blossoms like the lily.
Scatter fragrance, sing a hymn of praise.
Proclaim the greatness of God’s name.
 

Offer praise with song and lyre;
sing out with joy as you proclaim:
All the works of God are good!
Every need is fulfilled in due time.
 

The actions of all are known to God,
from whose eyes nothing can be hidden.
The gaze of the Eternal spans the ages;
to the Most High there is nothing unexpected.
 

So from the first I took my stand
and wrote down as my theme:
All the works of God are good!
Every need is fulfilled in due time.
 

So now sing with all your heart and voice
and bless the name of the Holy One!
 

Psalm 147a  (Song of thanksgiving)
 

How good it is to thank you, O God;
how pleasant to sing hymns of praise!
 
You build up Jerusalem, O God;
you gather the exiles of Israel.
You heal their broken hearts,
and bind up their wounds.
 
You assign the number of the stars,
and call each one by name.
You are great, O God, full of power;
your wisdom is beyond all measure.
 
You raise up all the downtrodden,
and humble the wicked to the ground.
O God, we sing with thanksgiving,
and praise you with music on the lyre.
 
You cover the heavens with clouds;
you provide the rain for the earth.
You clothe the hillsides with grass,
and with plants to serve our needs.
 
You provide food for the cattle,
for young ravens that cry out to you.
You do not prize the strength of horses,
nor find pleasure in mere human strength.
 

You take delight in those who revere you,
who trust in your steadfast love.
 

Psalms Trans. ©Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration, 2008