cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me?
Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to Him: * the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.
Ant. My soul has thirsted after the living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of the Lord?
V. Deliver not to beasts the souls that confess Thee.
R. And the souls of Thy poor, forget not to the end.
Our Father, etc., in silence.
SEVENTH LESSON
Job xvii
My spirit is wasted: my days are shortened: and only the grave remaineth for me. I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness. Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside Thee, and let any man's hand fight against me. My days have passed away; my thoughts are broken off, tormenting my heart.
