Psalm for 30 July, the 17th Friday in Ordinary Time
Psalm 6
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
nor discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly troubled.
But you, O Lord—how long?
Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who will give you praise?
I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
THE PSALM PRAYER
Great Lord and just Judge, who as a father disciplines your children to drive them to sincere and heart-felt repentance: Grant unto your people of your infinite goodness that the afflictions that we justly suffer for our offenses may lead to the amendment of our lives; and that in the midst of them, we may have a perfect feeling of your fatherly mercy, so that, our enemies being confounded, we may praise you with thanksgiving all the days of our life. Through Jesus Christ your Son. AMEN.
Psalm for 30 July, the 17th Friday in Ordinary Time
Psalm 6
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger,
nor discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is greatly troubled.
But you, O Lord—how long?
Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
save me for the sake of your steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who will give you praise?
I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eye wastes away because of grief;
it grows weak because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;
they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
THE PSALM PRAYER
Great Lord and just Judge, who as a father disciplines your children to drive them to sincere and heart-felt repentance: Grant unto your people of your infinite goodness that the afflictions that we justly suffer for our offenses may lead to the amendment of our lives; and that in the midst of them, we may have a perfect feeling of your fatherly mercy, so that, our enemies being confounded, we may praise you with thanksgiving all the days of our life. Through Jesus Christ your Son. AMEN.