of Thy wings: my soul cleaveth unto Thee; Thy right hand upholdeth me.
But they seek my soul in vain: they shall go into the lower parts of the earth: they shall be delivered into the power of the sword: they shall be portions for foxes.
But the king shall rejoice in God, all they that swear by Him shall be praised: because the mouth of them that speak wicked things is stopped.
Glory be, etc.
From Candlemas until Advent
Ant. We run after the sweet smell of Thine ointments; maidens love Thee exceedingly.
Ant. Blessed art thou, daughter,* of the Lord, for, through thee do we share in the fruit of life.
During Advent
Ant. Fear not, Mary: thou hast found grace before the Lord: behold, thou shalt conceive, and shalt bring forth a Son, Alleluia.
Ant. The Lord shall give unto Him * the throne of David His father, and He shall reign for ever.
