Morning Prayers – LAUDS

Invitatory Prayers here

As a deer longs for flowing streams,

So my soul longs for you, oh God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When shall I come and behold the face of God?

My tears have been my food day and night,

While people say to me continually,

"Where is your God?"

These things I remember, as I pour out my soul:

How I went with the throng, and led them in procession

To the house of God,

With glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,

A multitude keeping festival.

Why are you cast down, oh my soul,

Why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

My help and my God.

My soul is cast down within me;

Therefore I remember you

From the land of Jordan and of Hermon,

From Mount Mizar.

Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts;

All your waves and your billows

Have gone over me.

By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,

At night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me?

Why must I walk about mournfully

Because the enemy oppresses me?"

As with a deadly wound in my body,

My adversaries taunt me,

While they say to me continually, "Where is your God?"

Why are you cast down, oh my soul,

Why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

My help and my God.

Take pity on us, Master, Lord of the universe, look at us,

Spread fear of yourself throughout all other nations.

Raise your hand against the foreign nations and

Let them see your might.

As, in their sight, you have proved yourself holy to us,

So now; in our sight, prove yourself great to them.

Let them acknowledge you, just as we have acknowledged

That there is no God but you, Lord.

Send now portents, do fresh wonders;

Win glory for your hand and your right arm.

Gather together all the tribes of Jacob,

Restore them their heritage as at the beginning.

Take pity, Lord, on the people called by your name,

On Israel whom you have made as a first-born.

Have compassion on your holy city,

On Jerusalem, the place where you rest.

Fill Zion with your praises and

Your sanctuary with your glory.

The heavens are telling the glory of God;

The firmament proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day pours forth speech,

Night to night declares knowledge.

There are neither speech nor words;

Nor voices to be heard;

Yet their voice goes out through all the earth,

Their words to the end of the world.

In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun,

Coming out like a bridegroom from his bed chamber,

Like a strong man running its course with joy.

Its rising is from the end of the heavens,

Its circuit to the end of them;

Nothing is hid from its heat.

Jeremiah, 15, 16

Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart; for I am called by your name, oh Lord, God of hosts.

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