I will please the Lord: * in the land of the living.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.
Ant. I will please the Lord in the land of the living.
PSALM CXIX
Ant. Woe is me, O Lord.
In my trouble I cried to the Lord; * and He heard me.
O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips,* and a deceitful tongue.
What shall be given to Thee, or what shall be added to Thee, * to a deceitful tongue?
The sharp arrows of the mighty,* with coals that lay waste.
Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar: * my soul hath been long a sojourner.
With them that hated peace I was peaceable: * when I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them
