Antiphon (mantra) repeat quietly:
Our sins were carried to the tree that we might die to sin and be set free from death.
O God, I call for help by day;
at night I seek your presence.
Let my prayer come before you.
Turn, hear my pleading.
I am overcome with evil;
my life is on the brink of the grave.
The living wash their hands of me.
I am already counted as one in the tomb.
The dead close their eyes against me.
Worse, you turn away.
I feel cut off, as they are, from your care.
No one can find me in this darkness.
You bring me down to the dust of death.
What gain would my death be to you?
Terrors overwhelm me;
my hope is lost in your absence.
Imprisoned, I cannot escape;
my eyes are sunken with grief.
I call to you, God, over and over;
to you I stretch out my hands.
Will you work wonders for the dead?
Will they stand and praise you?
Your love will never be proclaimed in the grave
nor your faithfulness in the land of oblivion.
I beg you, O God;
let me be your morning praise,
for I wait for you day after day.
Relatives and neighbors you have taken away;
my one companion is darkness.
I have only death as a friend.
Do not reject me;
there is nothing left for me.
Pray the Prayer of Jesus (Our Father)
Translation © 1998 Benedictine Sisters of Erie, Inc.