Job, Chapter 30

(1) But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. (2) Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? (3) For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. (4) Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. (5) They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;) (6) To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. (7) Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. (8) They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. (9) And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. (10) They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. (11) Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. (12) Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. (13) They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. (14) They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. (15) Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. (16) And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me. (17) My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. (18) By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. (19) He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes. (20) I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not. (21) Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. (22) Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance. (23) For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. (24) Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. (25) Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor? (26) When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. (27) My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. (28) I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. (29) I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. (30) My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. (31) My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit

O Lord Jesus Christ, Who, before ascending into heaven, didst promise to send the Holy Spirit to finish Thy work in the souls of Thy Apostles and Disciples, deign to grant the same Holy Spirit to me, that He may perfect in my soul the work of Thy grace and Thy love. Grant me the Spirit of Wisdom that I may despise the perishable things of this world and aspire only after the things that are eternal, the Spirit of Understanding to enlighten my mind with the light of Thy divine truth, the Spirit of Counsel that I may ever choose the surest way of pleasing God and gaining Heaven, the Spirit of Fortitude that I may bear my cross with Thee, and that I may overcome with courage all the obstacles that oppose my salvation, the Spirit of Knowledge that I may know God and know myself and grow perfect in the science of the Saints, the Spirit of Piety that I may find the service of God sweet and amiable, the Spirit of Fear that I may be filled with a loving reverence towards God, and may dread in any way to displease Him. Mark me, dear Lord, with the sign of Thy true disciples and animate me in all things with Thy Spirit. Amen.

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