Ribbon Placement: Liturgy of the Hours Vol. III: Ordinary: 659 All from the Psalter: Tuesday, Week IV, 1176 (Midday) Liturgy of the Hours Vol. IV: Ordinary: 623 All from the Psalter: Tuesday, Week IV, 1140 (Midday) Midday Prayer for Tuesday in Ordinary Time using Current Psalmody God, come to my assistance. — Lord, make haste to help me. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: — as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen. Alleluia. PSALMODY Ant. 1 Do the things you have learned, and you will be blessed. Psalm 119 XVIII (Sade) Lord, you are just indeed; your decrees are right. You have imposed your will with justice and with absolute truth. I am carried away by anger for my foes forget your word. Your promise is tried in fire, the delight of your servant. Although I am weak and despised I remember your precepts. Your justice is eternal justice and your law is truth. Though anguish and distress have seized me, I delight in your commands. The justice of your will is eternal: if you teach me, I shall live. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: — as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen. Psalm-prayer You are just indeed, Lord, and your commandments are eternal. Teach us to love you with all our hearts and to love our neighbor as ourselves. Ant. Do the things you have learned, and you will be blessed. Ant. 2 Let my prayer rise up before you, O Lord. Psalm 88 Prayer of a person who is gravely ill This is your moment — when darkness reigns (Luke 22:53). I Lord my God, I call for help by day; I cry at night before you. Let my prayer come into your presence. O turn your ear to my cry. For my soul is filled with evils; my life is on the brink of the grave. I am reckoned as one in the tomb: I have reached the end of my strength, like one alone among the dead; like the slain lying in their graves; like those you remember no more, cut off, as they are, from your hand. You have laid me in the depths of the tomb, in places that are dark, in the depths. Your anger weighs down upon me: I am drowned beneath your waves. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: — as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever. Amen. Ant. Let my prayer rise up before you, O Lord. Ant. 3 I cry to you, O Lord; do not hide your face from me. II You have taken away my friends and made me hateful in their sight. Imprisoned, I cannot escape; my eyes are sunken with grief. I call to you, Lord, all the day long; to you I stretch out my hands. Will you work your wonders for the dead? Will the shades stand and praise you? Will your love be told in the grave or your faithfulness among the dead? Will your wonders be known in the dark or your justice in the land of oblivion? As for me, Lord, I call to you for help: in the morning my prayer comes before you. Lord, why do you reject me? Why do you hide your face? Wretched, close to death from my youth, I have borne your trials; I am numb. Your fury has swept down upon me; your terrors have utterly destroyed me. They surround me all the day like a flood,