Job, Chapter 18

(1) Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said, (2) How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak. (3) Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight? (4) He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place? (5) Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine. (6) The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him. (7) The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down. (8) For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare. (9) The gin shall take him by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against him. (10) The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way. (11) Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet. (12) His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side. (13) It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength. (14) His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors. (15) It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation. (16) His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off. (17) His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street. (18) He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world. (19) He shall neither have son nor nephew among his people, nor any remaining in his dwellings. (20) They that come after him shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted. (21) Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

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Prayer To The Shoulder Wound Of Christ

O Loving Jesus, meek Lamb of God, I miserable sinner salute and worship the most Sacred Wound of Thy Shoulder on which Thou didst bear Thy heavy Cross which so tore Thy flesh and laid bare Thy Bones as I inflict on The an anguish greater than any other wound of Thy Most Blessed Body. I adore Thee, O Jesus most sorrowful; I praise and glorify Thee, and give The thanks for this most sacred and painful Wound, beseeching Thee by that exceeding pain, and by the crushing burden of Thy heavy Cross to be merciful to me, a sinner, to forgive me all my mortal and venial sins, and to lead me on towards Heaven along the Way of Thy Cross. Amen. Imprimatur: Thomas D. Beven, Bishop of Springfield It is related in the annals of Clairvaux that St. Bernard asked our Lord which was His greatest unrecorded suffering, and Our Lord answered: "I had on My Shoulder, while I bore My Cross on the Way of Sorrows, a grievous Wound, which was more painful than the others, and which is not recorded by men. Honor this wound with thy devotion, and I will grant thee whatsoever thou dost ask through its virtue and merit. And in regard to all those who shall venerate this Wound, I will remit to them all their venial sins, and will no longer remember their mortal sins."

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