May God bless you and keep you.
From today’s Liturgy of the Hours:
Canticle Isaiah 38
The psalm of Hezekiah on recovering from sickness
I said, in the middle of my days I am going to the gates of the underworld.
Where shall I find the remainder of my years?
I said, I will not see the Lord God in the land of the living,
I will never see another of the inhabitants of the earth.
My dwelling-place is taken away, taken far away from me, like the tent of a shepherd.
Like a weaver, he has rolled up my life and cut it off from the loom.
From morning to night, you have made an end of me.
I cried for help till daybreak; like a lion, he has crushed all my bones.
From morning to night, you have made an end of me.
I twitter like a fledgling sparrow, make noises like a dove.
My eyes are weak from looking upward.
But you have pulled my soul out of the pit of destruction,
you have put all my sins behind you.
For after all, the underworld will not proclaim you, nor death praise you;
those who go down there do not wait in hope for your faithfulness.
It is the living, the living who will proclaim you, as I do today.
Fathers will pass on to their children the truth of your faithfulness.
Save me, Lord, and to the sound of the harp we will sing to you,
all the days of our life, in the house of the Lord.
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.