Ribbon Placement: Liturgy of the Hours Vol. IV: Ordinary: 632 Proper of Seasons: 283 Psalter: Sunday, Week I, 641 Christian Prayer: Ordinary: 694 Proper of Seasons: 630 Psalter: Sunday, Week I, 701 Evening Prayer I for Sunday in Ordinary Time 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 Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. Psalm 141 A prayer when in danger An angel stood before the face of God, thurible in hand. The fragrant incense soaring aloft was the prayer of God’s people on earth (Revelation 8:4). I have called to you, Lord; hasten to help me! Hear my voice when I cry to you. Let my prayer arise before you like incense, the raising of my hands like an evening oblation. Ant. Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. Set, O Lord, a guard over my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips! Do not turn my heart to things that are wrong, to evil deeds with men who are sinners. Ant. Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. Never allow me to share in their feasting. If a good man strikes or reproves me it is kindness; but let the oil of the wicked not anoint my head. Let my prayer be ever against their malice. Ant. Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. Their princes were thrown down by the side of the rock: then they understood that my words were kind. As a millstone is shattered to pieces on the ground, so their bones were strewn at the mouth of the grave. Ant. Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. To you, Lord God, my eyes are turned: in you I take refuge; spare my soul! From the trap they have laid for me keep me safe: keep me from the snares of those who do evil. Ant. Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. 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 Lord, from the rising of the sun to its setting your name is worthy of all praise. Let our prayer come like incense before you. May the lifting up of our hands be as an evening sacrifice acceptable to you, Lord our God. Ant. Like burning incense, Lord, let my prayer rise up to you. Ant. 2 You are my refuge, Lord; you are all that I desire in life. Psalm 142 You, Lord, are my refuge What is written in this psalm was fulfilled in our Lord’s passion (Saint Hilary). With all my voice I cry to the Lord, with all my voice I entreat the Lord. I pour out my trouble before him; I tell him all my distress while my spirit faints within me. But you, O Lord, know my path. Ant. You are my refuge, Lord; you are all that I desire in life. On the way where I shall walk they have hidden a snare to entrap me. Look on my right and see: there is not one who takes my part. I have no means of escape, not one who cares for my soul. Ant. You are my refuge, Lord; you are all that I desire in life. I cry to you, O Lord. I have said: “You are my refuge, all I have left in the land of the living.” Listen then to my cry for I am in the depths of distress. Ant. You are my refuge, Lord; you are all that I desire in life.