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OFFICE OF THE DEAD
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will adore, in Thy fear, in Thy holy temple.

Conduct me, O Lord, in Thy justice: * because of my enemies, direct my way in Thy sight.

For there is no truth in their mouth: * their heart is vain.

Their throat is an open sepulchre: with their tongues they deal deceitfully: * judge them, O God.

Let them fall from their devices: according to the multitude of their iniquities cast them out: * for they have provoked Thee, O Lord.

But let all that hope in Thee be glad: * they shall rejoice for ever, and Thou shalt dwell in them.

And all they that love Thy name shall glory in Thee. * For Thou wilt bless the just.

O Lord, Thou hast crowned us with Thy good will * as with a shield.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.

Ant. Direct, O Lord, my God, my steps in Thy sight.