Psalm 52
1You tyrant, why do you boast of wickedness *
against the godly all day long?
2You plot ruin;
your tongue is like a sharpened razor, *
O worker of deception.
3You love evil more than good *
and lying more than speaking the truth.
4You love all words that hurt, *
O you deceitful tongue.
5Oh, that God would demolish you utterly, *
topple you, and snatch you from your dwelling,
and root you out of the land of the living!
6The righteous shall see and tremble, *
and they shall laugh at him, saying,
7“This is the one who did not take God for a refuge, *
but trusted in great wealth
and relied upon wickedness.”
8But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; *
I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever.
9I will give you thanks for what you have done *
and declare the goodness of your Name in the presence
of the godly.
A Prayer Attributed to St. Francis
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
