I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

And there is none that calls upon Your name, or that remembers to take hold of You; for You have turned Your face away from us, and have delivered us up because of our sins.

There was a man sent from God, whose name [was] John.

Then He came to the disciples and found them sleeping, and said to Peter, "What? Were you not strong [enough] to watch with Me one hour?

Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. Indeed the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

And do this, knowing the time, that [it is] already [the] hour for us to be roused out of sleep; for now our salvation is nearer than when we believed.

Awake to righteousness, and do not sin, for some have no knowledge of God. I speak this to your shame.

Therefore He says: "Awake, you who are sleeping, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you."

Wisdom sings aloud in passages, and in the broad places speaks boldly.

And she makes proclamation on the top of the walls, and sits by the gates of princes; and at the gates of the city boldly says,

For she is on lofty heights, and stands in the midst of the ways.

For she sits by the gates of princes, and sings in the entrances, [saying],

watching daily at my doors, waiting at the posts of my entrances.

So that servant came and reported these things to his master. Then the master of the house, being angry, said to his servant, 'Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in here the poor and the maimed and the lame and the blind.'

Then the master said to the servant, 'Go out into the roads and hedges, and compel [them] to come in, so that my house may be filled.

For the end, concerning the morning aid, A Psalm of David. O God, my God, attend to me; why have You forsaken me? The account of my transgressions is far from my salvation.

O my God, I will cry to You by day, but You will not hear; and by night, and [it shall] not [be reckoned] to me [as] folly.

Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; all Your billows and Your waves have gone over me.

I will say to God, You are my helper; why have You forgotten me? Why do I mourn, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

for You are my strength; why have You cast me off? And why do I go mourning, while the enemy oppresses [me]?

And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth; I will give thanks to You on the harp, O God, my God.

Will the Lord cast off forever? And will He be well pleased no more?

Will God forget to pity? Or will He shut up His compassions in His wrath? Pause.