Ant. Woe is me, O Lord, that my sojourning is prolonged.
PSALM CXX
Ant. The Lord keepeth thee.
I have lifted up my eyes to the mountains, * from whence help shall come to me.
My help is from the Lord, * Who made heaven and earth.
May He not suffer thy foot to slip: * neither let Him that keepeth thee slumber.
Behold, He that keepeth Israel * shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper: * the Lord is thy protection upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not burn thee by day: * nor the moon by night.
The Lord keepeth thee from all evil: * may the Lord keep thy soul.
May the Lord guard thy coming in and thy going out; * from henceforth now and for ever.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.
