which thou didst keep inviolate; O Mother of God, plead for us.
PSALM LXII
A prayer in desolation and distress
O God, my God, to Thee do I wake at break of day.
For Thee my soul thirsteth; for Thee my flesh longeth, O how exceedingly!
In a desert, pathless, and waterless land: so have I come before Thee in the holy place, that I might see Thy power and Thy glory.
For Thy mercy is better than life: my lips shall praise Thee.
Thus will I bless Thee all my life long; and in Thy name will I lift up my hands.
Let my soul be filled as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise Thee with joyful lips.
If I have remembered Thee upon my bed, on Thee will I meditate in the morning; because Thou hast been my helper.
And I will rejoice under the covert
