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 Grant them eternal rest, O Lord, * and let perpetual light shine on them.

''Ant. ''Thy right hand, O Lord, hath received me.

''Ant. ''From the gate of hell.

said: In the midst of my days,*

I shall go to the gates of hell.

I sought for the residue of my years. * I said: I shall not see the Lord God in the land of the living.

I shall behold man no more,* nor the inhabitant of rest.

My generation is at an end; and it is rolled away from me, * as a shepherd's tent.

My life is cut off as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, He cut me off; * from morning even to night Thou wilt make an end of me.

I hoped till morning: * as a lion, so hath He broken all my bones.

From morning even to night Thou wilt make an end of me: * I will cry like a young swallow; I will meditate like a dove.