The many faces of St. Francis from the Basilica

Psalm 6

Domine, ne in furore

LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger; *
do not punish me in your wrath.

Have pity on me, LORD, for I am weak; *
heal me, LORD, for my bones are racked.

My spirit shakes with terror; *
how long, O LORD, how long?

Turn, O LORD, and deliver me; *
save me for your mercy's sake.

For in death no one remembers you; *
and who will give you thanks in the grave?

I grow weary because of my groaning; *
every night I drench my bed
and flood my couch with tears.

My eyes are wasted with grief *
and worn away because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all evildoers, *
for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.

The LORD has heard my supplication; *
the LORD accepts my prayer.

All my enemies shall be confounded and quake with fear; *
they shall turn back and suddenly be put to shame.

Psalm 27

Dominus illuminatio

    The LORD is my light and my salvation;
    whom then shall I fear? *
    the LORD is the strength of my life;
    of whom then shall I be afraid?

    When evildoers came upon me to eat up my flesh, *
    it was they, my foes and my adversaries, who
    stumbled and fell.

    Though an army should encamp against me, *
    yet my heart shall not be afraid;

    And though war should rise up against me, *
    yet will I put my trust in him.

    One thing have I asked of the LORD;
    one thing I seek; *
    that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days
    of my life;

    To behold the fair beauty of the LORD *
    and to seek him in his temple.

    For in the day of trouble he shall keep me safe
    in his shelter; *
    he shall hide me in the secrecy of his dwelling
    and set me high upon a rock.

    Even now he lifts up my head *
    above my enemies round about me.

    Therefore I will offer in his dwelling an oblation
    with sounds of great gladness; *
    I will sing and make music to the LORD.

    Hearken to my voice, O LORD, when I call; *
    have mercy on me and answer me.

    You speak in my heart and say, "Seek my face." *
    Your face, LORD, will I seek.

    Hide not your face from me, *
    nor turn away your servant in displeasure.

    You have been my helper;
    cast me not away; *
    do not forsake me, O God of my salvation.

    Though my father and my mother forsake me, *
    the LORD will sustain me.

    Show me your way, O LORD; *
    lead me on a level path, because of my enemies.

    Deliver me not into the hand of my adversaries, *
    for false witnesses have risen up against me,
    and also those who speak malice.

    What if I had not believed
    that I should see the goodness of the LORD *
    in the land of the living!

    O tarry and await the LORD'S pleasure;
    be strong, and he shall comfort your heart; *
    wait patiently for the LORD.

    Psalm 39

    Dixi, Custodiam

    I said, "I will keep watch upon my ways, *
    so that I do not offend with my tongue.

    I will put a muzzle on my mouth *
    while the wicked are in my presence."

    So I held my tongue and said nothing; *
    I refrained from rash words;
    but my pain became unbearable.

    My heart was hot within me;
    while I pondered, the fire burst into flame; *
    I spoke out with my tongue:

    LORD, let me know my end and the number of my days, *
    so that I may know how short my life is.

    You have given me a mere handful of days,
    and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight; *
    truly, even those who stand erect are but a puff of wind.

    We walk about like a shadow,
    and in vain we are in turmoil; *
    we heap up riches and cannot tell who will gather them.

    And now, what is my hope? *
    O Lord, my hope is in you.

    Deliver me from all my transgressions *
    and do not make me the taunt of the fool.

    I fell silent and did not open my mouth, *
    for surely it was you that did it.

    Take your affliction from me; *
    I am worn down by the blows of your hand.

    With rebukes for sin you punish us;
    like a moth you eat away all that is dear to us; *
    truly, everyone is but a puff of wind.

    Hear my prayer, O LORD,
    and give ear to my cry; *
    hold not your peace at my tears.

    For I am but a sojourner with you, *
    a wayfarer, as all my forebears were.

    Turn your gaze from me, that I may be glad again, *
    before I go my way and am no more.

    Psalm 41

    Beatus qui intelligit

    Happy are they who consider the poor and needy! *
    the LORD will deliver them in the time of trouble.

    The LORD preserves them and keeps them alive, so that they may be happy in the land; *
    he does not hand them over to the will of their enemies.

    The LORD sustains them on their sickbed *
    and ministers to them in their illness.

    I said, "LORD, be merciful to me; *
    heal me, for I have sinned against you."

    My enemies are saying wicked things about me: *
    "When will he die, and his name perish?"

    Even if they come to see me, they speak empty words; *
    their heart collects false rumors;
    they go outside and spread them.

    All my enemies whisper together about me *
    and devise evil against me.

    "A deadly thing," they say, "has fastened on him; *
    he has taken to his bed and will never get up again."

    Even my best friend, whom I trusted, who broke bread with me, *
    has lifted up his heel and turned against me.

    But you, O LORD, be merciful to me and raise me up, *
    and I shall repay them.

    By this I know you are pleased with me, *
    that my enemy does not triumph over me.

    In my integrity you hold me fast, *
    and shall set me before your face for ever.

    Blessed be the LORD God of Israel, *
    from age to age. Amen. Amen.

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