Antiphon
P. I turned not away my face from them that rebuked me and spat upon me.
Psalm XLII
Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy:* deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man.
For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? * and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me?
Send forth thy light and thy truth: * they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles.
And I will go in to the altar of God: * to God who giveth joy to my youth.
To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: * why art thou sad, O my soul? And why dost thou disquiet me?
Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: * the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
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