I am the man who has seen affliction
under the rod of his wrath;
he has driven and brought me
into darkness without any light;
surely against me he turns his hand
again and again the whole day long.
He has made my flesh and my skin waste away;
he has broken my bones;
he has besieged and enveloped me
with bitterness and tribulation;
he has made me dwell in darkness
like the dead of long ago.
He has walled me about so that I cannot escape;
he has made my chains heavy;
though I call and cry for help,
he shuts out my prayer;
he has blocked my ways with blocks of stones;
he has made my paths crooked…
Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continually remembers it
and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24
sound :: Cantata 12, BWV 12, “Weinen, Klagen, Sorgen, Zagen”, J.S. Bach (1714)
image :: Small Death Scene, Max Beckmann (1906, German)
Creator of heaven and earth:
Grant that, as the crucified body of Your dear Son
was laid in the tomb and rested on this holy Sabbath,
so we may await with Him
the coming of the third day,
and rise with Him to newness of life;
who now lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
The Book of Common Prayer