Lauds: Wednesday, wk 1

During Lent, this O.T.Canticle, based on Jeremiah 31:1-7,
replaces the one for ordinary time

Of the families of Israel I will be God,
and they will be my people.
The people who survived the sword,
found grace in the wilderness.

When Israel sought for rest,
God appeared from far away.
I have loved you with an everlasting love,
so I have kept my mercy toward you.

Once again I will restore you,
and you will be rebuilt, O Israel.
Again you will take your tambourines,
and go forth with joy and with dancing.

Again you will plant your vineyards,
and you will enjoy the fruit.
For there will be a day when they call:
Let us go up to Zion to our God.

Sing aloud with gladness for Jacob;
proclaim, give praise and shout:
God brings salvation to the people,
to the remnant of Israel.

Psalm 51  (Prayer of repentance)

Have mercy on me, O God,
in your unfailing love.
In your abundant compassion,
blot out my evil deeds.

Thoroughly wash away my guilt,
and cleanse me of my sin.
I acknowledge my transgressions;
my sin confronts me always.

Against you alone have I sinned;
I have done what is evil in your sight.

You are justified when you give sentence,
and righteous in your judgment.
I have been a sinner from my birth,
even when my mother conceived me.

You look for faithfulness deep within me;
teach me wisdom in my inmost heart.
Sprinkle me with hyssop and cleanse me;
I will be clean as the new fallen snow.

Let me hear of joy and gladness,
that the bones you have crushed may rejoice.
Turn your face away from my sin,
and wash away my guilt.

Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and put a new spirit within me.
Do not cast me out from your presence,
nor take your holy spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and a willing spirit to uphold me,
then I will teach your ways to the wicked,
that sinners may return to you.

Deliver me from death, O my Savior,
and my tongue will declare your goodness.
O God, open my lips,
and my mouth will proclaim your praise.

In sacrifice you find no delight;
burnt offering you do not desire.
My sacrifice, O God, is a contrite spirit,
a humble, contrite heart you will not spurn.

Be merciful and gracious to Zion,
and rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Appointed sacrifices then will please you;
young bulls will be offered on your altar.

Psalm 76  (Song of victory)

O God, you are renowned in Judah;
your name is great in Israel.
You established your abode in Salem,
your dwelling place in Zion.

There you broke the flashing arrows,
shield and sword, all weapons of war.
O God, how glorious you are;
more majestic than the everlasting hills.

The strong of heart have been despoiled;
they sleep their final sleep;
mighty warriors cannot lift a hand.

At your rebuke, O God of Jacob,
both horse and rider are stunned.
O God, what terror you inspire!
Who can stand when your anger is roused?

From heaven you pronounced your sentence;
the earth fell silent, and trembled,
when you rose up in judgment,
to deliver those oppressed in the land.

Surely you crush the wrath of humans;
the survivors dance and praise with joy.

Make vows to your God and fulfill them;
let the people offer their tribute.
God curbs the pride of haughty rulers,
and puts fear into the powerful on earth.

O.T.Canticle, based on Judith 16:1,2,13-16

Sing to my God with tambourines,
a new song of praise with cymbals.
Acclaim and exalt God’s name.

For ours is a God who crushes warfare,
who has set up camp in our midst,
and snatched me from the hand of my foes.

I will sing to you, God, a new song,
for you are great and glorious,
invincible and wonderful in strength.

May all your creatures serve you,
for you spoke and they were made.
You sent forth your spirit and formed them;
and no one can resist your word.

The mountains and the seas are shaken,
at your presence the rocks melt like wax.
But you continue to show mercy
to those who revere you.

The fragrance of sacrifice is a trifle,
the fat of holocausts is small to you,
but whoever fears you, O God,
will be forever great.

Psalm 92  (The just rejoice in God)

O God, it is good to give you thanks,
to sing praise to your name, O Most High,
To proclaim your love in the morning,
and your faithfulness every night.

With the music of lute and lyre,
and with melody on the harp,
I rejoice for the work of your hands.
I find joy in all you have done.

How great are your works, O God!
How very deep are your thoughts.
The foolish cannot know this,
and the fools cannot understand.

Though the wicked spring up like weeds,
and evildoers seem to thrive,
in the end they will all be destroyed.

While you reign eternally on high,
your enemies will perish, O God;
all evildoers will be scattered.

You make me strong as a wild ox;
you anoint me with the purest oil.
My eyes have seen my foes overpowered;
my ears have heard of their defeat.

The just will flourish like the palm tree,
and grow like a Lebanon cedar.
Planted in your house, O God,
they flourish in the place where you dwell.

They still bear fruit in old age,
full of vigor, like trees full of sap,
to proclaim that you are just, O God,
my Rock in whom there is no wrong.

Psalms Trans. ©Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration, 2008