Psalms, Chapter 17

(1) Hear the right, O LORD, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips. (2) Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal. (3) Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress. (4) Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer. (5) Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not. (6) I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech. (7) Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them. (8) Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings, (9) From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about. (10) They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly. (11) They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth; (12) Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places. (13) Arise, O LORD, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword: (14) From men which are thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes. (15) As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.

A Random Prayer...

In Honor of the Sorrows of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Most holy and afflicted Virgin, Queen of Martyrs, you stood beneath the cross, witnessing the agony of your dying Son. Look with a mother's tenderness and pity on me, who kneel before you. I venerate your sorrows and I place my requests with filial confidence in the sanctuary of your wounded heart. Presenet them, I beseech you, on my behalf to Jesus Christ, through the merits of His own most sacred passion and death, together with your sufferings at the foot of the cross. Through the united efficacy of both, obtain the granting of my petition. To whom shall I have recourse in my wants and miseries if not to you, Mother of Mercy? You have drunk so deeply of the chalice of your Son, you can compassionate our sorrows. Holy Mather, your soul was pierced by a sword of sorrow at the sight of the passion of your divine Son. Intercede for me and obtain for me from our Lord {mention your petition}, it it be for His honor and glory, and for my good. Amen.

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