YOU ARE THE MOST BLESSED OF ALL WOMEN
First Reading Song of Songs 2:8-14
See how my Beloved comes, leaping on the
mountains I hear my Beloved. See how he comes leaping on the mountains, bounding
over the hills. My Beloved is like a gazelle, like a young stag. See where he
stands behind our wall. He looks in at the window, he peers through the
lattice. My Beloved lifts up his voice, he says to me, ‘Come then, my love, my
lovely one, come. For see, winter is past, the rains are over and gone.
The
flowers appear on the earth. The season of glad songs has come, the cooing of
the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree is forming its first figs and
the blossoming vines give out their fragrance. Come then, my love, my lovely
one, come. My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock, in the coverts of the
cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and
your face is beautiful.’ Universalis
Gospel Luke 1:39-45
Why should I be honoured with a visit from the mother of my Lord?
Mary set out and went as quickly as she could to a town in the
hill country of Judah. She went into Zechariah’s house and greeted Elizabeth.
Now as soon as Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leapt in her womb and
Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. She gave a loud cry and said, ‘Of
all women you are the most blessed, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. Why
should I be honoured with a visit from the mother of my Lord? For the moment
your greeting reached my ears, the child in my womb leapt for joy. Yes, blessed
is she who believed that the promise made her by the Lord would be fulfilled.’ CDR
Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee Blessed are you amongst women, and Blessed is the fruit of your womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Lord Jesus Christ I trust in you. Saint Joseph pray for me. God's Holy Angels and Saints pray for me. My Angel Guardian pray for me. Protect and defend me.
PEE Lecture Cantique des
Cantiques 2, 8-14
« Voici mon bien-aimé
qui vient. Il bondit sur les montagnes »
Vois, l’hiver s’en est allé, les pluies ont cessé, elles se sont enfuies. Sur
la terre apparaissent les fleurs, le temps des chansons est venu et la voix de
la tourterelle s’entend sur notre terre. Le figuier a formé ses premiers
fruits, la vigne fleurie exhale sa bonne odeur. Lève-toi, mon amie, ma toute
belle, et viens…
Ma colombe, dans les fentes du rocher, dans les retraites escarpées, que je
voie ton visage, que j’entende ta voix ! Ta voix est douce et ton visage,
charmant. On peut aussi lire Sophonie 3, 14-18a.
Évangile Luc 1, 39-45
« D’où m’est-il donné que la mère de mon Seigneur vienne
jusqu’Ã moi ? »
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