Daily Prayer
Our Lady of Sorrows
Antiphon (mantra) repeat quietly:
You, O God, endure forever; grant us life by your word.
Psalm 102
O God, listen to my prayer;
let my cry for help reach you.
See my grief and answer me quickly.
Like smoke my days are vanishing.
My bones are dry like fuel for the fire.
My heart is like withered grass.
I no longer desire food.
Because my anguish is so great,
death must be near.
I have become like a wanderer in the desert,
alone and desolate.
My nights are sleepless.
All day long my foes insult me;
those who hate me use my name as a curse.
The bread I eat is ashes;
my drink is mingled with tears.
In your anger you have lifted me up,
only to cast me down.
My days are like passing shadows;
I wither away like grass.
But you, O God, will endure forever
and your name from age to age.
Rise up and have mercy on Zion,
for this is the time to have mercy.
Yes, the appointed time has come,
for your people prize its very stones
and are moved with pity even for its dust.
When you build Zion anew,
turning to the prayers of your needy ones,
the nations shall revere your name,
and all peoples shall see your glory.
Let this be written for ages to come,
that the people yet unborn may praise you.
You draw close to your people
to hear the groans of those in captivity
and free those condemned to die.
Your people shall dwell untroubled,
and their children shall endure before you.
They will proclaim your name in Zion,
in the heart of Jerusalem.
Peoples are gathered together,
united in praising you.
You have broken my strength in mid-course,
shortening the days of my life.
You, whose days are eternal,
do not take me away
before my life is complete.
Long ago you created the earth
and set the heavens in place.
They shall perish,
but you will remain.
but you are everlasting.
Pray the Prayer of Jesus (Our Father)
Translation © 1998 Benedictine Sisters of Erie, Inc.
