Incipit
℣. Deus ✠ in adiutórium meum inténde.
℟. Dómine, ad adiuvándum me festína.
Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Allelúia.
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Start
℣. O God, ✠ come to my assistance;
℟. O Lord, make haste to help me.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Alleluia.
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Psalmi {Psalmi & antiphonæ ex Proprio Sanctorum}
Ant. Quo ábiit * diléctus tuus, o pulchérrima mulíerum? quo declinávit diléctus tuus, et quærémus eum tecum?
Psalmus 109 [1]
109:1 Dixit Dóminus Dómino meo: * Sede a dextris meis:
109:1 Donec ponam inimícos tuos, * scabéllum pedum tuórum.
109:2 Virgam virtútis tuæ emíttet Dóminus ex Sion: * domináre in médio inimicórum tuórum.
109:3 Tecum princípium in die virtútis tuæ in splendóribus sanctórum: * ex útero ante lucíferum génui te.
109:4 Iurávit Dóminus, et non pœnitébit eum: * Tu es sacérdos in ætérnum secúndum órdinem Melchísedech.
109:5 Dóminus a dextris tuis, * confrégit in die iræ suæ reges.
109:6 Iudicábit in natiónibus, implébit ruínas: * conquassábit cápita in terra multórum.
109:7 De torrénte in via bibet: * proptérea exaltábit caput.
℣. Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
℟. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Ant. Quo ábiit diléctus tuus, o pulchérrima mulíerum? quo declinávit diléctus tuus, et quærémus eum tecum?
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Psalms {Psalms & antiphons from the Proper of Saints}
Ant. Whither is thy beloved gone, * O thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
Psalm 109 [1]
109:1 The Lord said to my Lord: * Sit thou at my right hand:
109:1 Until I make thy enemies * thy footstool.
109:2 The Lord will send forth the sceptre of thy power out of Sion: * rule thou in the midst of thy enemies.
109:3 With thee is the principality in the day of thy strength: in the brightness of the saints: * from the womb before the day star I begot thee.
109:4 The Lord hath sworn, and he will not repent: * Thou art a priest for ever according to the order of Melchisedech.
109:5 The Lord at thy right hand * hath broken kings in the day of his wrath.
109:6 He shall judge among nations, he shall fill ruins: * he shall crush the heads in the land of many.
109:7 He shall drink of the torrent in the way: * therefore shall he lift up the head.
℣. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
℟. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant. Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
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Ant. Recédite a me, * amáre flebo, nolíte incúmbere, ut consolémini me.
Psalmus 112 [2]
112:1 Laudáte, púeri, Dóminum: * laudáte nomen Dómini.
112:2 (fit reverentia) Sit nomen Dómini benedíctum, * ex hoc nunc, et usque in sǽculum.
112:3 A solis ortu usque ad occásum, * laudábile nomen Dómini.
112:4 Excélsus super omnes gentes Dóminus, * et super cælos glória eius.
112:5 Quis sicut Dóminus, Deus noster, qui in altis hábitat, * et humília réspicit in cælo et in terra?
112:7 Súscitans a terra ínopem, * et de stércore érigens páuperem:
112:8 Ut cóllocet eum cum princípibus, * cum princípibus pópuli sui.
112:9 Qui habitáre facit stérilem in domo, * matrem filiórum lætántem.
℣. Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
℟. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Ant. Recédite a me, amáre flebo, nolíte incúmbere, ut consolémini me.
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Ant. Look away from me. * I will weep bitterly. Labour not to comfort me.
Psalm 112 [2]
112:1 Praise the Lord, ye children: * praise ye the name of the Lord.
112:2 (bow head) Blessed be the name of the Lord, * from henceforth now and for ever.
112:3 From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same, * the name of the Lord is worthy of praise.
112:4 The Lord is high above all nations; * and his glory above the heavens.
112:5 Who is as the Lord our God, who dwelleth on high: * and looketh down on the low things in heaven and in earth?
112:7 Raising up the needy from the earth, * and lifting up the poor out of the dunghill:
112:8 That he may place him with princes, * with the princes of his people.
112:9 Who maketh a barren woman to dwell in a house, * the joyful mother of children.
℣. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
℟. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant. Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Labour not to comfort me.
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Ant. Non est ei * spécies neque decor, et vídimus eum, et non erat aspéctus.
Psalmus 121 [3]
121:1 Lætátus sum in his, quæ dicta sunt mihi: * In domum Dómini íbimus.
121:2 Stantes erant pedes nostri, * in átriis tuis, Ierúsalem.
121:3 Ierúsalem, quæ ædificátur ut cívitas: * cuius participátio eius in idípsum.
121:4 Illuc enim ascendérunt tribus, tribus Dómini: * testimónium Israël ad confiténdum nómini Dómini.
121:5 Quia illic sedérunt sedes in iudício, * sedes super domum David.
121:6 Rogáte quæ ad pacem sunt Ierúsalem: * et abundántia diligéntibus te:
121:7 Fiat pax in virtúte tua: * et abundántia in túrribus tuis.
121:8 Propter fratres meos, et próximos meos, * loquébar pacem de te:
121:9 Propter domum Dómini, Dei nostri, * quæsívi bona tibi.
℣. Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
℟. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Ant. Non est ei spécies neque decor, et vídimus eum, et non erat aspéctus.
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Ant. He hath no form nor comeliness, * and when we shall see him there is no beauty that we should desire him.
Psalm 121 [3]
121:1 I rejoiced at the things that were said to me: * We shall go into the house of the Lord.
121:2 Our feet were standing * in thy courts, O Jerusalem.
121:3 Jerusalem, which is built as a city, * which is compact together.
121:4 For thither did the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord: * the testimony of Israel, to praise the name of the Lord.
121:5 Because their seats have sat in judgment, * seats upon the house of David.
121:6 Pray ye for the things that are for the peace of Jerusalem: * and abundance for them that love thee.
121:7 Let peace be in thy strength: * and abundance in thy towers.
121:8 For the sake of my brethren, and of my neighbours, * I spoke peace of thee.
121:9 Because of the house of the Lord our God, * I have sought good things for thee.
℣. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
℟. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant. He hath no form nor comeliness, and when we shall see him there is no beauty that we should desire him.
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Ant. A planta pedis * usque ad vérticem cápitis non est in eo sánitas.
Psalmus 126 [4]
126:1 Nisi Dóminus ædificáverit domum, * in vanum laboravérunt qui ædíficant eam.
126:1 Nisi Dóminus custodíerit civitátem, * frustra vígilat qui custódit eam.
126:2 Vanum est vobis ante lucem súrgere: * súrgite postquam sedéritis, qui manducátis panem dolóris.
126:3 Cum déderit diléctis suis somnum: * ecce heréditas Dómini fílii: merces, fructus ventris.
126:4 Sicut sagíttæ in manu poténtis: * ita fílii excussórum.
126:5 Beátus vir, qui implévit desidérium suum ex ipsis: * non confundétur cum loquétur inimícis suis in porta.
℣. Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
℟. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Ant. A planta pedis usque ad vérticem cápitis non est in eo sánitas.
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Ant. From the sole of the foot * even unto the head, there is no soundness in it.
Psalm 126 [4]
126:1 Unless the Lord build the house, * they labour in vain that build it.
126:1 Unless the Lord keep the city, * he watcheth in vain that keepeth it.
126:2 It is vain for you to rise before light, * rise ye after you have sitten, you that eat the bread of sorrow.
126:3 When he shall give sleep to his beloved, * behold the inheritance of the Lord are children: the reward, the fruit of the womb.
126:4 As arrows in the hand of the mighty, * so the children of them that have been shaken.
126:5 Blessed is the man that hath filled the desire with them; * he shall not be confounded when he shall speak to his enemies in the gate.
℣. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
℟. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant. From the sole of the foot even unto the head, there is no soundness in it.
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Ant. Fulcíte me flóribus, * stipáte me malis, quia amóre lángueo.
Psalmus 147 [5]
147:1 Lauda, Ierúsalem, Dóminum: * lauda Deum tuum, Sion.
147:2 Quóniam confortávit seras portárum tuárum: * benedíxit fíliis tuis in te.
147:3 Qui pósuit fines tuos pacem: * et ádipe fruménti sátiat te.
147:4 Qui emíttit elóquium suum terræ: * velóciter currit sermo eius.
147:5 Qui dat nivem sicut lanam: * nébulam sicut cínerem spargit.
147:6 Mittit crystállum suam sicut buccéllas: * ante fáciem frígoris eius quis sustinébit?
147:7 Emíttet verbum suum, et liquefáciet ea: * flabit spíritus eius, et fluent aquæ.
147:8 Qui annúntiat verbum suum Iacob: * iustítias, et iudícia sua Israël.
147:9 Non fecit táliter omni natióni: * et iudícia sua non manifestávit eis.
℣. Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
℟. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Ant. Fulcíte me flóribus, stipáte me malis, quia amóre lángueo.
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Ant. Revive me with flowers, * stay me up with apples for I am swooning with love.
Psalm 147 [5]
147:1 Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: * praise thy God, O Sion.
147:2 Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates * he hath blessed thy children within thee.
147:3 Who hath placed peace in thy borders: * and filleth thee with the fat of corn.
147:4 Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: * his word runneth swiftly.
147:5 Who giveth snow like wool: * scattereth mists like ashes.
147:6 He sendeth his crystal like morsels: * who shall stand before the face of his cold?
147:7 He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: * his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
147:8 Who declareth his word to Jacob: * his justices and his judgments to Israel.
147:9 He hath not done in like manner to every nation: * and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them.
℣. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
℟. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant. Revive me with flowers, stay me up with apples for I am swooning with love.
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Capitulum Hymnus Versus {ex Proprio Sanctorum}
Lam 2:13
Cui comparábo te? vel cui assimilábo te, fília Ierúsalem? cui exæquábo te, et consolábor te, virgo fília Sion? Magna est velut mare contrítio tua.
℟. Deo grátias.
Hymnus
Iam toto súbitus vesper eat polo,
Et sol attónitum præcípitet diem,
Dum sævæ récolo ludíbrium necis,
Divinámque catástrophen.
Spectátrix áderas supplício, Parens,
Malis uda, gerens cor adamántinum;
Natus funérea péndulus in cruce
Altos dum gémitus dábat.
Péndens ante óculos Natus, atrócibus
Sectus verbéribus, Natus hiántibus
Fossus vulnéribus, quot penetrántibus
Te confíxit acúleis!
Eheu! Sputa, álapæ, vérbera, vúlnera,
Clavi, fel, áloë, spóngia, láncea,
Sitis, spina, cruor, quam vária pium
Cor pressére tyránnide!
Cunctis intérea stas generósior,
Virgo, Martýribus: prodígio novo,
In tantis móriens non móreris, Parens,
Diris fixa dolóribus.
Sit summæ Tríadi glória, laus, honor,
A qua supplíciter, sollícita prece,
Posco virgínei róboris ǽmulas
Vires rebus in ásperis.
Amen.
℣. Regína Mártyrum, ora pro nobis.
℟. Quæ iuxta crucem Iesu constitísti.
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Chapter Hymn Verse {from the Proper of Saints}
Lam 2:13
To what shall I compare thee? or to what shall I liken thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? to what shall I equal thee, that I may comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Sion? for great as the sea is thy destruction: who shall heal thee?
℟. Thanks be to God.
Hymn
Now let the darkling eve mount suddenly on high,
The sun affrighted reave his splendours from the sky,
While I in silence grieve o'er the mocked agony
And the divine catastrophe.
Grief-drenched, thou dost appear with heart of adamant,
O Mother; and dost hear the great hierophant,
Upon his wooden bier locked in the arms of death,
Utter in groans his parting breath.
What lookest thou upon, mangled and bruised and torn?
Ah, 'tis the very Son thy yearning breast hath borne!
Surely, each breaking moan and each deep-mouthèd wound
Its fellow in thy heart hath found!
Surely, the taunts and woes, the scourge, the dripping thorn,
The spitting and the blows, the gall, the lance, the scorn—
Surely, each torment throws a poison-dart at thee,
Crushed by their manifold tyranny.
Yet thou with patient mien beneath his cross dost stand,
Nobler in this, I ween, than all the martyr-band:
A thousand deaths, O Queen, upon thy spirit lie,
Yet thou, O marvel! dost not die.
O Holy Trinity, let earth and heaven raise
Their song of laud to thee the while my spirit prays:—
When evil comes to me, the strength do thou impart
That erst upheld thy Mother's heart!
Amen.
℣. Pray for us, O Queen of Martyrs.
℟. Who didst stand by the Cross of Jesus.
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Canticum: Magnificat {Antiphona ex Proprio Sanctorum}
Ant. Oppréssit me dolor, * et fácies mea intúmuit a fletu, et pálpebræ meæ caligavérunt.
Canticum B. Mariæ Virginis
Luc. 1:46-55
1:46 Magníficat ✠ * ánima mea Dóminum.
1:47 Et exsultávit spíritus meus: * in Deo, salutári meo.
1:48 Quia respéxit humilitátem ancíllæ suæ: * ecce enim ex hoc beátam me dicent omnes generatiónes.
1:49 Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est: * et sanctum nomen eius.
1:50 Et misericórdia eius, a progénie in progénies: * timéntibus eum.
1:51 Fecit poténtiam in brácchio suo: * dispérsit supérbos mente cordis sui.
1:52 Depósuit poténtes de sede: * et exaltávit húmiles.
1:53 Esuriéntes implévit bonis: * et dívites dimísit inánes.
1:54 Suscépit Israël púerum suum: * recordátus misericórdiæ suæ.
1:55 Sicut locútus est ad patres nostros: * Ábraham, et sémini eius in sǽcula.
℣. Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
℟. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sǽcula sæculórum. Amen.
Ant. Oppréssit me dolor, et fácies mea intúmuit a fletu, et pálpebræ meæ caligavérunt.
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Canticle: Magnificat {Antiphon from the Proper of Saints}
Ant. Sorrow hath crushed me; * My face is swollen with weeping, and on mine eyelids is the shadow of death.
Canticle of the Blessed Virgin
Luke 1:46-55
1:46 My soul ✠ * doth magnify the Lord.
1:47 And my spirit hath rejoiced * in God my Saviour.
1:48 Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid; * for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
1:49 Because he that is mighty, hath done great things to me; * and holy is his name.
1:50 And his mercy is from generation unto generations, * to them that fear him.
1:51 He hath shewed might in his arm: * he hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart.
1:52 He hath put down the mighty from their seat, * and hath exalted the humble.
1:53 He hath filled the hungry with good things; * and the rich he hath sent empty away.
1:54 He hath received Israel his servant, * being mindful of his mercy:
1:55 As he spoke to our fathers, * to Abraham and to his seed for ever.
℣. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
℟. As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Ant. Sorrow hath crushed me; My face is swollen with weeping, and on mine eyelids is the shadow of death.
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Preces Feriales{omittitur}
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Weekday Intercessions{omit}
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Oratio {ex Proprio Sanctorum}
℣. Dómine, exáudi oratiónem meam.
℟. Et clamor meus ad te véniat.
Orémus.
Deus, in cuius passióne, secúndum Simeónis prophetíam, dulcíssimam ánimam gloriósæ Vírginis et Matris Maríæ dolóris gládius pertransívit: concéde propítius; ut, qui dolóres eius venerándo recólimus, passiónis tuæ efféctum felícem consequámur:
Qui vivis et regnas cum Deo Patre, in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus, per ómnia sǽcula sæculórum.
℟. Amen.
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Prayer {from the Proper of Saints}
℣. O Lord, hear my prayer.
℟. And let my cry come unto thee.
Let us pray.
O God, at Whose suffering the prophecy of Simeon was fulfilled, and a sword of sorrow pierced through the gentle soul of the glorious Virgin and Mother Mary, mercifully grant that we who speak worshipfully of her woes, may obtain the saving purchase of thy suffering.
Who livest and reignest with God the Father in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end.
℟. Amen.
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Conclusio
℣. Dómine, exáudi oratiónem meam.
℟. Et clamor meus ad te véniat.
℣. Benedicámus Dómino.
℟. Deo grátias.
℣. Fidélium ánimæ per misericórdiam Dei requiéscant in pace.
℟. Amen.
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Conclusion
℣. O Lord, hear my prayer.
℟. And let my cry come unto thee.
℣. Let us bless the Lord.
℟. Thanks be to God.
℣. May the souls of the faithful, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
℟. Amen.
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