And in it He hath prepared the instruments of death. * He hath made ready His burning arrows.
Behold He hath been in labor with injustice.* He hath conceived sorrow and brought forth iniquity. *
He hath opened a pit and dug it: and he is fallen into the hole he made.
His sorrow shall be turned on his own head: * and his iniquity shall come down upon his crown.
I will give glory to the Lord, according to His justice: * and will sing to the name of the Lord Most High.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.
Ant. Lest at any time, like a lion, he seize upon my soul, while there is no one to rescue me, nor to save.
V. From the gates of hell.
R. Deliver their souls, O Lord.
Our Father, etc., in silence.
FIRST LESSON
Job vii
Spare me, for my days are nothing. What is man that Thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost Thou set
