Wednesday of Holy Week from Gamlingay
St. Mary the Virgin Church
Taize Holy Week service psalm and reading
11 So then, remember that at one time you Gentiles by birth, called ‘the uncircumcision’ by those who are called ‘the circumcision’—a physical circumcision made in the flesh by human hands— 12remember that you were at that time without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world. 13But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ. 14For he is our peace; in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has broken down the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us. 15He has abolished the law with its commandments and ordinances, so that he might create in himself one new humanity in place of the two, thus making peace, 16and might reconcile both groups to God in one body through the cross, thus putting to death that hostility through it.17So he came and proclaimed peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near;18for through him both of us have access in one Spirit to the Father.
1 I said,‘I will keep watch over my ways, • so that I offend not with my tongue.
2 ‘I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, • while the wicked are in my sight.’ 3 So I held my tongue and said nothing; •
I kept silent but to no avail.
4 My distress increased, my heart grew hot within me; •
while I mused, the fire was kindled and I spoke out with my tongue: 5 ‘Lord, let me know my end and the number of my days, •
that I may know how short my time is.
6 ‘You have made my days but a handsbreadth, and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight; •
truly, even those who stand upright are but a breath.
7 ‘We walk about like a shadow and in vain we are in turmoil; • we heap up riches and cannot tell who will gather them.
8 ‘And now, what is my hope? • Truly my hope is even in you.
9 ‘Deliver me from all my transgressions •
and do not make me the taunt of the fool.’
10 I fell silent and did not open my mouth, • for surely it was your doing.
11 Take away your plague from me; •
I am consumed by the blows of your hand.
12 With rebukes for sin you punish us; like a moth you consume our beauty; • truly, everyone is but a breath.
13 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; • hold not your peace at my tears.
14 For I am but a stranger with you, •
a wayfarer, as all my forebears were.
15 Turn your gaze from me, that I may be glad again, • before I go my way and am no more.