Psalm
R. You saved my life, O Lord; I shall not die.
I said: In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years. R.
I said, I shall not see the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look upon mortals no more among the inhabitants of the world. R.
My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom. R.
My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security! Oh, restore me to health and make me live! R.