April 19
Antiphon (mantra) repeat quietly:

My joy lies in being close to you, for you are my rock and refuge. Alleluia

Psalm 73

How good God is to the pure of heart.
Yet my feet came close to stumbling
when I saw how the wicked prosper,
envying the arrogant as I did.

For them there are no pains;
their bodies are sound and sleek.
They are free from fear.
They have no share in sorrows.

Pride is worn like a necklace;
they robe themselves with violence.
Their hearts overflow with malice;
their minds seethe with plots.

They scoff and speak with hatred;
from on high they plan oppression.
They speak as if they have been sent by God.
So people turn to follow them
and drink in all their words.

They say, “How can God know?
Does God take any notice?”
Look at the wicked.
Untroubled, they grow in wealth.

How useless to keep my heart pure
and wash my hands in innocence!
Then I said, / “If I should speak like that,
I should betray your race.”

I was stricken all day long,
suffered affliction day after day.
I tried to understand this problem,
but it was too difficult.
When I pierced your mysteries,
I realized what becomes of the wicked.

You set them on slippery paths.
Suddenly they come to their ruin;
uprooted like weeds, they wither.
When you wake, O God,
you dismiss them as phantoms in a dream.

My heart grew embittered;
I simply failed to understand.
Yet I was always in your presence;
you were holding me by the hand.
You will guide me by your counsel;
I will be caught up in your glory.

What else have I in the heavens but you?
Apart from you I want nothing on the earth.
My heart leaps for joy,
for you are my portion forever.

All who abandon you shall perish;
you will destroy all the faithless.
To be near you is my happiness.
I have made you a refuge.
What you have done
I will proclaim to all I see.

Pray the Prayer of Jesus (Our Father)

Translation © 1998 Benedictine Sisters of Erie, Inc.