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Monday 25 May 2015    (other days)
Saint Bede the Venerable, Priest, Doctor
 (Monday of week 8 in Ordinary Time)

Office of Readings

If this is the first Hour that you are reciting today, you should precede it with the Invitatory Psalm.


INTRODUCTION
Deus, in adiutórium meum inténde.
  Dómine, ad adiuvándum me festína.
Glória Patri et Fílio*
  et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio et nunc et semper*
  et in sǽcula sæculórum.
Amen. Allelúia.
INTRODUCTION
O God, come to our aid.
  O Lord, make haste to help us.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
  as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
  world without end.
Amen. Alleluia.

Hymnus
Lux iucúnda, lux insígnis,
qua de throno missus ignis
in Christi discípulos,
Corda replet, linguas ditat,
ad concórdes nos invítat
cordis, linguæ módulos.
Consolátor alme, veni,
linguas rege, corda leni:
nihil fellis aut venéni
sub tua præséntia.
Nova facti creatúra,
te laudámus mente pura,
grátiæ nunc, sed natúra
prius iræ fílii.
Tu qui dator es et donum,
nostri cordis omne bonum,
cor ad laudem redde pronum,
nostræ linguæ formans sonum
in tua præcónia.
Tu nos purges a peccátis,
auctor ipse pietátis,
et in Christo renovátis
da perféctæ novitátis
plena nobis gáudia. Amen.
Hymn
When God of old came down from heaven,
In power and wrath he came.
Before his feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame;
But when he came the second time,
He came in power and love.
Softer than gale at morning prime
Hovered his holy Dove.
The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.
And when the Spirit of our God
Came down his flock to find,
A voice from heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing, mighty wind.
It fills the Church of God, it fills
The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.
Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love and Power,
Open our ears to hear.
Let us not miss the accepted hour!
Save, Lord, by love or fear.

Psalmus 72:1-12
Cur iustus vexetur
Beatus est qui non fuerit scandalizatus in me” (Mt 11, 6).
Quam bonus Israel Deus his qui recto sunt corde.
1Quam bonus rectis est Deus,*
  Deus his, qui mundo sunt corde!
2Mei autem pæne moti sunt pedes,*
  pæne effúsi sunt gressus mei,
3quia zelávi super gloriántes,*
  pacem peccatórum videns.
4Quia non sunt eis impediménta,*
  sanus et pinguis est venter eórum.
5In labóre mortálium non sunt*
  et cum homínibus non flagellántur.
6Ideo quasi torques est eis supérbia,*
  et tamquam induméntum opéruit eos violéntia.
7Prodit quasi ex ádipe iníquitas eórum,*
  erúmpunt cogitatiónes cordis.
8Subsannavérunt et locúti sunt nequítiam,*
  iniquitátem ab excélso locúti sunt.
9Posuérunt in cælo os suum,*
  et lingua eórum transívit in terra.
10Ideo in alto sedent,*
  et aquæ plenæ non pervénient ad eos.
11Et dixérunt: «Quómodo scit Deus,*
  et si est sciéntia in Excélso?».
12Ecce ipsi peccatóres et abundántes in sǽculo*
  multiplicavérunt divítias.
Glória Patri et Fílio*
  et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio et nunc et semper*
  et in sǽcula sæculórum.
Amen.
Quam bonus Israel Deus his qui recto sunt corde.
Psalm 72 (73)
Why should the just suffer?
How good God is to Israel, to those who are pure of heart.
How good God is to the upright,
  to those who are pure of heart!
But as for me, my feet nearly stumbled,
  my steps were on the point of going astray,
as I envied the boasters and sinners,
  envied their comfort and peace.
For them there are no burdens,
  their bellies are full and sleek.
They do not labour, like ordinary men;
  they do not suffer, like mortals.
They wear their pride like a necklace,
  their violence covers them like a robe.
Wickedness oozes from their very being,
  the thoughts of their hearts break forth:
they deride, they utter abominations,
  and from their heights they proclaim injustice.
They have set their mouth in the heavens,
  and their tongue traverses the earth.
Thus they sit in their lofty positions,
  and the flood-waters cannot reach them.
They ask, “How can God know?
  Does the Most High have any understanding?”
Behold, then, the wicked, always prosperous:
  their riches growing for ever.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
  as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
  world without end.
Amen.
How good God is to Israel, to those who are pure of heart.

Psalmus 72:13-20
Risus eórum in luctum convertétur et gáudium in mærórem.
13Et dixi: «Ergo sine causa mundávi cor meum*
  et lavi in innocéntia manus meas;
14et fui flagellátus tota die,*
  et castigátio mea in matutínis».
15Si dixíssem: «Loquar ut illi»,*
  ecce generatiónem filiórum tuórum prodidíssem.
16Et cogitábam, ut cognóscerem hoc;*
  labor erat in óculis meis,
17donec intrávi in sanctuárium Dei*
  et intelléxi novíssima eórum.
18Verúmtamen in lúbrico posuísti eos,*
  deiecísti eos in ruínas.
19Quómodo facti sunt in desolatiónem!*
  Súbito defecérunt, periérunt præ horróre.
20Velut sómnium evigilántis, Dómine,*
  surgens imáginem ipsórum contémnes.
Glória Patri et Fílio*
  et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio et nunc et semper*
  et in sǽcula sæculórum.
Amen.
Risus eórum in luctum convertétur et gáudium in mærórem.
Psalm 72 (73)
Their rejoicing will be turned to weeping, their joy to sorrow.
I said, “It was pointless to purify my heart,
  to wash my hands in innocence –
for still I suffered all through the day,
  still I was punished every morning.”
If I had said, “I will speak like them,”
  I would have betrayed the race of your children.
I pondered and tried to understand:
  my eyes laboured to see –
until I entered God’s holy place
  and heard how they would end.
For indeed you have put them on a slippery surface
  and have thrown them down in ruin.
How they are laid waste!
  How suddenly they fall and perish in terror!
You spurn the sight of them, Lord,
  as a dream is abandoned when the sleeper awakes.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
  as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
  world without end.
Amen.
Their rejoicing will be turned to weeping, their joy to sorrow.

Psalmus 72:21-28
Qui elóngant se a te períbunt; mihi autem adhærére Deo bonum est.
21Quia exacerbátum est cor meum,*
  et renes mei compúncti sunt;
22et ego insípiens factus sum et nescívi:*
  ut iuméntum factus sum apud te.
23Ego autem semper tecum;*
  tenuísti manum déxteram meam.
24In consílio tuo dedúces me*
  et póstea cum glória suscípies me.
25Quis enim mihi est in cælo?*
  Et tecum nihil vólui super terram.
26Defécit caro mea et cor meum;*
  Deus cordis mei, et pars mea Deus in ætérnum.
27Quia ecce, qui elóngant se a te, períbunt,*
  perdidísti omnes, qui fornicántur abs te.
28Mihi autem adhærére Deo bonum est,*
  pónere in Dómino Deo spem meam,
ut annúntiem omnes operatiónes tuas*
  in portis fíliæ Sion.
Glória Patri et Fílio*
  et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio et nunc et semper*
  et in sǽcula sæculórum.
Amen.
Qui elóngant se a te períbunt; mihi autem adhærére Deo bonum est.
Psalm 72 (73)
All those who abandon you shall perish; but to be near God is my happiness.
My heart was sore, my being was troubled –
  I was a fool, I knew nothing;
  I was like a dumb beast before you.
But still I stay with you:
  you hold my right hand.
You lead me according to your counsel,
  until you raise me up in glory.
For who else is for me, in heaven?
  On earth, I want nothing when I am with you.
My flesh and heart are failing,
  but it is God that I love:
  God is my portion for ever.
Behold, those who abandon you will perish:
  you have condemned all who go whoring away from you.
But for myself, I take joy in clinging to God,
  in putting my trust in the Lord, my God,
to proclaim your works at the gates of the daughters of Zion.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit,
  as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,
  world without end.
Amen.
All those who abandon you shall perish; but to be near God is my happiness.

℣. Quam dúlcia fáucibus meis elóquia tua, Dómine.
℟. Super mel ori meo.
How sweet is the taste of your sayings, O Lord,
sweeter than honey in my mouth.

Lectio prior
De libro Iob 2, 1-13
Iob ulcere afflictus ab amicis visitatur
1Factum est autem, cum quadam die veníssent fílii Dei, ut starent coram Dómino, venit quoque Satan inter eos, ut staret in conspéctu eius. 2Dixit Dóminus ad Satan: «Unde venis?». Qui respóndens ait: «Circuívi terram et perambulávi eam».
  3Et dixit Dóminus ad Satan: «Numquid considerásti servum meum Iob, quod non sit ei símilis in terra, vir simplex et rectus ac timens Deum et recédens a malo et adhuc rétinens innocéntiam? Tu autem commovísti me advérsus eum, ut afflígerem eum frustra». 4Cui respóndens Satan ait: «Pellem pro pelle et cuncta, quæ habet, homo dabit pro ánima sua. 5Alióquin mitte manum tuam et tange os eius et carnem; et tunc vidébis si in fáciem benedícet tibi». 6Dixit ergo Dóminus ad Satan: «Ecce, in manu tua est; verúmtamen ánimam illíus serva».
  7Egréssus ígitur Satan a fácie Dómini, percússit Iob úlcere péssimo a planta pedis usque ad vérticem eius. 8Qui testa sániem radébat, sedens in sterquilínio.
  9Dixit autem illi uxor sua:
«Adhuc tu pérmanes in simplicitáte tua?
Bénedic Deo et mórere».
10Qui ait ad illam:
«Quasi una de stultis muliéribus
locúta es!
Si bona suscépimus de manu Dei,
mala quare non suscipiámus?».
In ómnibus his non peccávit Iob lábiis suis.
  11 Igitur, audiéntes tres amíci Iob omne malum, quod accidísset ei, venérunt sínguli de loco suo, Eliphaz Themanítes et Baldad Suhítes et Sophar Naamathítes. Condíxerant enim, ut páriter veniéntes visitárent eum et consolaréntur. 12Cumque elevássent procul óculos suos, non cognovérunt eum et exclamántes ploravérunt; scissísque véstibus, sparsérunt púlverem super caput suum et cælum. 13Et sedérunt cum eo in terra septem diébus et septem nóctibus, et nemo loquebátur ei verbum; vidébant enim dolórem esse veheméntem.
First ReadingJob 2:1-13 ©
Once again the Sons of God came to attend on the Lord, and among them was Satan. So the Lord said to Satan, ‘Where have you been?’ ‘Round the earth,’ he answered ‘roaming about.’ So the Lord asked him, ‘Did you notice my servant Job? There is no one like him on the earth: a sound and honest man who fears God and shuns evil. His life continues blameless as ever; in vain you provoked me to ruin him.’ ‘Skin for skin!’ Satan replied. ‘A man will give away all he has to save his life. But stretch out your hand and lay a finger on his bone and flesh; I warrant you, he will curse you to your face.’ ‘Very well,’ the Lord said to Satan ‘he is in your power. But spare his life.’ So Satan left the presence of the Lord.
  He struck Job down with malignant ulcers from the sole of his foot to the top of his head. Job took a piece of pot to scrape himself, and went and sat in the ash-pit. Then his wife said to him, ‘Do you now still mean to persist in your blamelessness? Curse God, and die.’ ‘That is how foolish women talk’ Job replied. ‘If we take happiness from God’s hand, must we not take sorrow too?’ And in all this misfortune Job uttered no sinful word.
  The news of all the disasters that had fallen on Job came to the ears of three of his friends. Each of them set out from home – Eliphaz of Teman, Bildad of Shuah and Zophar of Naamath – and by common consent they decided to go and offer him sympathy and consolation. Looking at him from a distance, they could not recognise him; they wept aloud and tore their garments and threw dust over their heads. They sat there on the ground beside him for seven days and seven nights. To Job they spoke never a word, so sad a sight he made.
Responsorium
Ps 37 (38), 2 a. 3 a. 4 a. 12 a
℟. Dómine, ne in furóre tuo árguas me, quóniam sagíttæ tuæ infíxæ sunt mihi.* Non est sánitas in carne mea a fácie indignatiónis tuæ.
℣. Amíci mei et próximi mei procul a plaga mea stetérunt.* Non est.
Responsory
Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger: your arrows have sunk deep in me. Through your anger all my body is sick.
Friends and neighbours avoid me like a leper. Through your anger all my body is sick.

Lectio altera
Ex Epístola Cuthbérti de óbitu sancti Bedæ Venerábilis (Nn. 4-6: PL 90, 64-66)
Desidero Christum videre
Cum venísset tértia féria ante Ascensiónem Dómini, Beda cœpit veheméntius ægrotáre in anhélitu, et módicus tumor in pédibus appáruit. Totum autem illum diem docébat et hiláriter dictábat; et nonnúmquam inter ália dixit: «Díscite cum festinatióne, néscio quámdiu subsístam, et si post módicum tollat me Factor meus». Nobis autem videbátur quod suum éxitum bene sciret; et sic noctem in gratiárum actióne pérvigil duxit.
  Mane illucescénte, id est, féria quarta, præcépit diligénter scribi quæ cœperámus; et hoc fécimus usque ad tértiam horam. A tértia autem hora ambulávimus cum relíquiis sanctórum, ut consuetúdo diéi illíus poscébat: unus vero erat ex nobis cum illo, qui dixit illi: «Adhuc, magíster dilectíssime, capítulum unum de libro, quem dictásti, deest; videtúrne tibi diffícile plus te interrogári?». At ille: «Fácile est, inquit, áccipe tuum cálamum et témpera, et festinánter scribe». Quod ille fecit.
  Nona autem hora dixit mihi: «Quædam pretiósa in mea capsélla hábeo, id est, piper, orária et incénsa; curre velóciter, et presbýteros nostri monastérii adduc ad me, ut et ego munúscula, quália Deus donávit, illis distríbuam». Et præséntibus illis locútus est ad eos, unumquémque monens et óbsecrans pro ipso Missas celebráre, et oratiónes diligénter fácere, quod illi libénter spopondérunt.
  Lugébant autem et flébant omnes, máxime quod díxerat quia æstimáret quod fáciem eius ámplius non multum in hoc sǽculo essent visúri. Gaudébant autem de eo quod dixit: «Tempus est (si sic Factóri meo vidétur) ut revértar ad eum qui me fecit, qui me creávit, qui me, quando non eram, ex níhilo formávit. Multum tempus vixi, bene mihi pius iudex vitam meam prævídit; tempus resolutiónis meæ instat, quia cúpio dissólvi et esse cum Christo; étenim ánima mea desíderat regem meum Christum in decóre suo vidére». Sed et ália multa ad ædificatiónem nostram locútus, in lætítia diem usque ad vésperam duxit.
  Et præfátus puer Wiberth adhuc dixit: «Magíster dilécte, adhuc una senténtia non est rescrípta». At ille: «Scribe, inquit, cito». Post módicum dixit puer: «Modo senténtia descrípta est». Ille autem: «Bene, ait, veritátem dixísti: consummátum est. Accipe caput meum in manus tuas, quia multum me deléctat sedére ex advérso loci sancti mei, in quo oráre solébam, ut et ego sedens Patrem meum invocáre possim».
  Et sic in paviménto suæ cásulæ decántans: «Glória Patri et Fílio et Spirítui Sancto», cum Spíritum Sanctum nominásset, spíritum e córpore exhalávit últimum; atque (ut sine dúbio credéndum est) pro eo quod hic semper devotíssimus in Dei láudibus laboráverat, ad gáudia desideriórum cæléstium migrávit.
Second Reading
Cuthbert's narration of the death of Bede
"I desire to see Christ"
On the Tuesday before Ascension, Bede began to suffer greater difficulties in breathing and his feet began to swell slightly. Nevertheless, he continued to teach us and dictate all day, and made jokes about his illness: “Learn quickly,” he would say, “because I don’t know how long I’ll last: my Creator may take me very soon.” But it seemed to us that he was perfectly conscious of his approaching end.
  He spent all night in giving thanks to God. As dawn broke on the Wednesday, he ordered us to finish writing what we had started, and we did this until the third hour [mid-morning]. Afterwards we carried the relics of the saints in solemn procession, as it was the custom to do on that day. One of us stayed with him, and asked him: “Dear master, the book is almost complete, there is one chapter left to go – would it be difficult for you if I asked you to do more dictation?.” “No,” Bede replied, “it is easy. Take your pen and ink, and write quickly” – which he did.
  At the ninth hour [mid-afternoon] he said to me “I have a few precious things in my cell: some pepper, some napkins, and some incense. Run quickly and call the priests of the monastery to me, so that I can give to them the few little gifts that God gave me.” When they came he spoke to them in turn, giving advice to each one and begging him to say a Mass and pray for him; which they all willingly promised to do.
  They were grief-stricken and wept, especially because he had said that he thought they would not see his face much more in this world. But at the same time it made them glad when he said “It is time – if it is my Maker’s will – to return to him who made me, who shaped me out of nothing and gave me existence. I have lived a long time, and the righteous judge has provided well for me all my life: now the time of my departure is at hand, for I long to dissolve and be with Christ; indeed, my soul longs to see Christ its king in all his beauty.” This is just one saying of his: he said many other things too, to our great benefit – and thus he spent his last day in gladness until the evening.
  Then Wilbert (the boy who asked him for dictation) asked him again: “Dear master, there is still one sentence left to write.” “Write it quickly,” he answered. A little later the boy said “now it is completed” and Bede replied “you have spoken truly, it is finished. Hold up my head, because I love to sit facing my holy place, the place where I used to pray, and as I sit I can call upon my Father.”
  And so, on the floor of his cell, he sat and sang “Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit”; and as he named the Spirit, the Breath of God, he breathed the last breath from his own body. With all the labour that he had given to the praise of God, there can be no doubt that he went into the joys of heaven that he had always longed for.
Responsorium
℟. Cunctum tempus vitæ meæ in monastérii habitatióne péragens, omnem meditándis Scriptúris óperam dedi; atque inter observántiam disciplínæ reguláris et cotidiánam cantándi in ecclésia curam;* Semper aut díscere aut docére aut scríbere dulce hábui.
℣. Qui fécerit et docúerit, magnus vocábitur in regno cælórum.* Semper.
Responsory
I spent the whole of my life within the monastery and gave my full attention to the study of scripture, always observing the regular discipline and daily choral duties. It was a joy to me to be ever studying, teaching or writing.
Whoever keeps my commandments and teaches others to do the same will be great in the kingdom of heaven. It was a joy to me to be ever studying, teaching or writing.

Oremus.
  Deus, qui Ecclésiam tuam beáti Bedæ, presbýteri, eruditióne claríficas, fámulis tuis concéde propítius, et eius semper illustrári sapiéntia, et méritis adiuvári. Per Dóminum.
Let us pray.
Lord God, you enrich your Church
  with the grace of Saint Bede’s learning.
In your love, grant to us who serve you
  that his wisdom may always enlighten us,
  and his prayer help us.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,
  who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
  one God, for ever and ever.
Amen.

Benedicámus Dómino.
– Deo grátias.
Let us praise the Lord.
– Thanks be to God.

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