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1/13/15 Lectionary Readings

Daily Readings for Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Morning Psalms 42; 146

First Reading Isaiah 40:25-31

Second Reading Ephesians 1:15-23

Gospel Reading Mark 1:14-28

Evening Psalms 102; 133

MORNING PSALM 42

1   As a deer longs for flowing streams,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
2   My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and behold
the face of God?
3   My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me continually,
“Where is your God?”

4   These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
how I went with the throng,
and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
a multitude keeping festival.
5   Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help 6and my God.

     My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
7   Deep calls to deep
at the thunder of your cataracts;
all your waves and your billows
have gone over me.
8   By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.

9   I say to God, my rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I walk about mournfully
because the enemy oppresses me?”
10  As with a deadly wound in my body,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually,
“Where is your God?”

11  Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help and my God.

EVENING PSALM 102

1   Hear my prayer, O LORD;
let my cry come to you.
2   Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily in the day when I call.

3   For my days pass away like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.
4   My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
I am too wasted to eat my bread.
5   Because of my loud groaning
my bones cling to my skin.
6   I am like an owl of the wilderness,
like a little owl of the waste places.
7   I lie awake;
I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
8   All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who deride me use my name for a curse.
9   For I eat ashes like bread,
and mingle tears with my drink,
10  because of your indignation and anger;
for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
11  My days are like an evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.

12  But you, O LORD, are enthroned forever;
your name endures to all generations.
13  You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,
for it is time to favor it;
the appointed time has come.
14  For your servants hold its stones dear,
and have pity on its dust.
15  The nations will fear the name of the LORD,
and all the kings of the earth your glory.
16  For the LORD will build up Zion;
he will appear in his glory.
17  He will regard the prayer of the destitute,
and will not despise their prayer.
18  Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
so that a people yet unborn may praise the LORD:
19  that he looked down from his holy height,
from heaven the LORD looked at the earth,
20  to hear the groans of the prisoners,
to set free those who were doomed to die;
21  so that the name of the LORD may be declared in Zion,
and his praise in Jerusalem,
22  when peoples gather together,
and kingdoms, to worship the LORD.

23  He has broken my strength in midcourse;
he has shortened my days.
24  “O my God,” I say, “do not take me away
at the mid-point of my life,
you whose years endure
throughout all generations.”

25  Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26  They will perish, but you endure;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You change them like clothing, and they pass away;
27       but you are the same, and your years have no end.
28  The children of your servants shall live secure;
their offspring shall be established in your presence.

Read more here http://www.presbyterianmission.org/devotion/daily/2015/1/13/