Anth. Sac.
FIRST ANTIPHONE | |
All the bright lights of heaven | |
I will make dark over thee; | |
One night shall be as seven | |
That its skirts may cover thee; | |
I will send on thy strong men a sword, | |
On thy remnant a rod; | |
Ye shall know that I am the Lord, | |
Saith the Lord God. | |
SECOND ANTIPHONE | |
All the bright lights of heaven | |
10 | Thou hast made dark over us; |
One night has been as seven | |
That its skirt might cover us; | |
Thou hast sent on our strong men a sword, | |
On our remnant a rod; | |
We know that thou art the Lord, | |
O Lord our God. | |
THIRD ANTIPHONE | |
As the tresses and wings of the wind | |
Are scattered and shaken, | |
I will scatter all them that have sinned, | |
20 | There shall none be taken; |
As a sower that scattereth seed, | |
So will I scatter them; | |
As one breaketh and shattereth a reed, | |
I will break and shatter them. | |
FOURTH ANTIPHONE | |
As the wings and the locks of the wind | |
Are scattered and shaken, | |
Thou hast scattered all them that have sinned, | |
There was no man taken; | |
As a sower that scattereth seed, | |
30 | So hast thou scattered us; |
As one breaketh and shattereth a reed, | |
Thou hast broken and shattered us. | |
FIFTH ANTIPHONE | |
From all thy lovers that love thee | |
I God will sunder thee; | |
I will make darkness above thee, | |
And thick darkness under thee; | |
Before me goeth a light, | |
Behind me a sword; | |
Shall a remnant find grace in my sight? | |
40 | I am the Lord. |
SIXTH ANTIPHONE | |
From all our lovers that love us | |
Thou God didst sunder us; | |
Thou madest darkness above us, | |
And thick darkness under us; | |
Thou hast kindled thy wrath for a light, | |
And made ready thy sword; | |
Let a remnant find grace in thy sight, | |
We beseech thee, O Lord. | |
SEVENTH ANTIPHONE | |
Wilt thou bring fine gold for a payment | |
50 | For sins on this wise? |
For the glittering of raiment | |
And the shining of eyes, | |
For the painting of faces | |
And the sundering of trust, | |
For the sins of thine high places | |
And delight of thy lust? | |
For your high things ye shall have lowly, | |
Lamentation for song; | |
For, behold, I God am holy, | |
60 | I the Lord am strong; |
Ye shall seek me and shall not reach me | |
Till the wine-press be trod; | |
In that hour ye shall turn and beseech me, | |
Saith the Lord God. | |
EIGHTH ANTIPHONE | |
Not with fine gold for a payment, | |
But with coin of sighs, | |
But with rending of raiment | |
And with weeping of eyes, | |
But with shame of stricken faces | |
70 | And with strewing of dust, |
For the sin of stately places | |
And lordship of lust; | |
With voices of men made lowly, | |
Made empty of song, | |
O Lord God most holy, | |
O God most strong, | |
We reach out hands to reach thee | |
Ere the wine-press be trod; | |
We beseech thee, O Lord, we beseech thee, | |
80 | O Lord our God. |
NINTH ANTIPHONE | |
In that hour thou shalt say to the night, | |
Come down and cover us; | |
To the cloud on thy left and thy right, | |
Be thou spread over us; | |
A snare shall be as thy mother, | |
And a curse thy bride; | |
Thou shalt put her away, and another | |
Shall lie by thy side. | |
Thou shalt neither rise up by day | |
90 | Nor lie down by night; |
Would God it were dark! thou shalt say; | |
Would God it were light! | |
And the sight of thine eyes shall be made | |
As the burning of fire; | |
And thy soul shall be sorely afraid | |
For thy soul’s desire. | |
Ye whom your lords loved well, | |
Putting silver and gold on you, | |
The inevitable hell | |
100 | Shall surely take hold on you; |
Your gold shall be for a token, | |
Your staff for a rod; | |
With the breaking of bands ye are broken, | |
Saith the Lord God. | |
TENTH ANTIPHONE | |
In our sorrow we said to the night, | |
Fall down and cover us; | |
To the darkness at left and at right, | |
Be thou shed over us; | |
We had breaking of spirit to mother | |
110 | And cursing to bride; |
And one was slain, and another | |
Stood up at our side. | |
We could not arise by day, | |
Nor lie down by night; | |
Thy sword was sharp in our way, | |
Thy word in our sight; | |
The delight of our eyelids was made | |
As the burning of fire; | |
And our souls became sorely afraid | |
120 | For our soul’s desire. |
We whom the world loved well, | |
Laying silver and gold on us, | |
The kingdom of death and of hell | |
Riseth up to take hold on us; | |
Our gold is turned to a token, | |
Our staff to a rod; | |
Yet shalt thou bind them up that were broken, | |
O Lord our God. |