Grant them eternal rest, O Lord, * and let perpetual light shine on them.
Ant. Thy right hand, O Lord, hath received me.
CANTICLE OF EZECHIAS
Is. xxxviii. 10
Ant. From the gate of hell.
I said: In the midst of my days,*
I shall go to the gates of hell.
I sought for the residue of my years. * I said: I shall not see the Lord God in the land of the living.
I shall behold man no more,* nor the inhabitant of rest.
My generation is at an end; and it is rolled away from me, * as a shepherd's tent.
My life is cut off as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, He cut me off; * from morning even to night Thou wilt make an end of me.
I hoped till morning: * as a lion, so hath He broken all my bones.
From morning even to night Thou wilt make an end of me: * I will cry like a young swallow; I will meditate like a dove.
