Saturday 20 August 2022 DAILY LECTIONARY

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Saturday 20 August 2022  

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Job 3:1-26

After this Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. Job
‘Let the day perish on which I was born,
   and the night that said,
   “A man-child is conceived.” 
Let that day be darkness!
   May God above not seek it,
   or light shine on it. 
Let gloom and deep darkness claim it.
   Let clouds settle upon it;
   let the blackness of the day terrify it. 
That night—let thick darkness seize it!
   let it not rejoice among the days of the year;
   let it not come into the number of the months. 
Yes, let that night be barren;
   let no joyful cry be heard* in it. 
Let those curse it who curse the Sea,*
   those who are skilled to rouse up Leviathan. 
Let the stars of its dawn be dark;
   let it hope for light, but have none;
   may it not see the eyelids of the morning— 
because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb,
   and hide trouble from my eyes. 

‘Why did I not die at birth,
   come forth from the womb and expire? 
Why were there knees to receive me,
   or breasts for me to suck? 
Now I would be lying down and quiet;
   I would be asleep; then I would be at rest 
with kings and counsellors of the earth
   who rebuild ruins for themselves, 
or with princes who have gold,
   who fill their houses with silver. 
Or why was I not buried like a stillborn child,
   like an infant that never sees the light? 
There the wicked cease from troubling,
   and there the weary are at rest. 
There the prisoners are at ease together;
   they do not hear the voice of the taskmaster. 
The small and the great are there,
   and the slaves are free from their masters. 

‘Why is light given to one in misery,
   and life to the bitter in soul, 
who long for death, but it does not come,
   and dig for it more than for hidden treasures; 
who rejoice exceedingly,
   and are glad when they find the grave? 
Why is light given to one who cannot see the way,
   whom God has fenced in? 
For my sighing comes like* my bread,
   and my groanings are poured out like water. 
Truly the thing that I fear comes upon me,
   and what I dread befalls me. 
I am not at ease, nor am I quiet;
   I have no rest; but trouble comes.’
Acts 9:10-19a

Now there was a disciple in Damascus named Ananias. The Lord said to
him in a vision, ‘Ananias.’ He answered, ‘Here I am, Lord.’
The Lord said to him, ‘Get up and go to the street called Straight,
and at the house of Judas look for a man of Tarsus named Saul. At this
moment he is praying, and he has seen in a vision* a man named Ananias
come in and lay his hands on him so that he might regain his sight.’
But Ananias answered, ‘Lord, I have heard from many about this man,
how much evil he has done to your saints in Jerusalem; and here he has
authority from the chief priests to bind all who invoke your name.’
But the Lord said to him, ‘Go, for he is an instrument whom I have
chosen to bring my name before Gentiles and kings and before the
people of Israel; I myself will show him how much he must suffer for
the sake of my name.’ So Ananias went and entered the house. He laid
his hands on Saul* and said, ‘Brother Saul, the Lord Jesus, who
appeared to you on your way here, has sent me so that you may regain
your sight and be filled with the Holy Spirit.’ And immediately
something like scales fell from his eyes, and his sight was restored.
Then he got up and was baptized, and after taking some food, he
regained his strength.

For several days he was with the disciples in Damascus,
John 6:41-51

Then the Jews began to complain about him because he said, ‘I am the
bread that came down from heaven.’ They were saying, ‘Is not this
Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How can he
now say, “I have come down from heaven”?’ Jesus answered them,
‘Do not complain among yourselves. No one can come to me unless
drawn by the Father who sent me; and I will raise that person up on
the last day. It is written in the prophets, “And they shall all be
taught by God.” Everyone who has heard and learned from the Father
comes to me. Not that anyone has seen the Father except the one who is
from God; he has seen the Father. Very truly, I tell you, whoever
believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your ancestors ate
the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that
comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. I am
the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this
bread will live for ever; and the bread that I will give for the life
of the world is my flesh.’
Morning Psalms:  Psalm 137:1-9, 144

Psalm 137:1-9

By the rivers of Babylon—
   there we sat down and there we wept
   when we remembered Zion. 
On the willows* there
   we hung up our harps. 
For there our captors
   asked us for songs,
and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,
   ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’ 

How could we sing the Lord’s song
   in a foreign land? 
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
   let my right hand wither! 
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth,
   if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem
   above my highest joy. 

Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites
   the day of Jerusalem’s fall,
how they said, ‘Tear it down! Tear it down!
   Down to its foundations!’ 
O daughter Babylon, you devastator!*
   Happy shall they be who pay you back
   what you have done to us! 
Happy shall they be who take your little ones
   and dash them against the rock!

Psalm 144

Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
   who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; 
my rock* and my fortress,
   my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
   who subdues the peoples* under me. 

O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them,
   or mortals that you think of them? 
They are like a breath;
   their days are like a passing shadow. 

Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
   touch the mountains so that they smoke. 
Make the lightning flash and scatter them;
   send out your arrows and rout them. 
Stretch out your hand from on high;
   set me free and rescue me from the mighty waters,
   from the hand of aliens, 
whose mouths speak lies,
   and whose right hands are false. 

I will sing a new song to you, O God;
   upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you, 
the one who gives victory to kings,
   who rescues his servant David. 
Rescue me from the cruel sword,
   and deliver me from the hand of aliens,
whose mouths speak lies,
   and whose right hands are false. 

May our sons in their youth
   be like plants full grown,
our daughters like corner pillars,
   cut for the building of a palace. 
May our barns be filled
   with produce of every kind;
may our sheep increase by thousands,
   by tens of thousands in our fields, 
   and may our cattle be heavy with young.
May there be no breach in the walls,* no exile,
   and no cry of distress in our streets. 

Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
   happy are the people whose God is the Lord.
Evening Psalms:  Psalm 104

Psalm 104

Bless the Lord, O my soul.
   O Lord my God, you are very great.
You are clothed with honour and majesty, 
   wrapped in light as with a garment.
You stretch out the heavens like a tent, 
   you set the beams of your* chambers on the waters,
you make the clouds your* chariot,
   you ride on the wings of the wind, 
you make the winds your* messengers,
   fire and flame your* ministers. 

You set the earth on its foundations,
   so that it shall never be shaken. 
You cover it with the deep as with a garment;
   the waters stood above the mountains. 
At your rebuke they flee;
   at the sound of your thunder they take to flight. 
They rose up to the mountains, ran down to the valleys
   to the place that you appointed for them. 
You set a boundary that they may not pass,
   so that they might not again cover the earth. 

You make springs gush forth in the valleys;
   they flow between the hills, 
giving drink to every wild animal;
   the wild asses quench their thirst. 
By the streams* the birds of the air have their habitation;
   they sing among the branches. 
>From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
   the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work. 

You cause the grass to grow for the cattle,
   and plants for people to use,*
to bring forth food from the earth, 
   and wine to gladden the human heart,
oil to make the face shine,
   and bread to strengthen the human heart. 
The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly,
   the cedars of Lebanon that he planted. 
In them the birds build their nests;
   the stork has its home in the fir trees. 
The high mountains are for the wild goats;
   the rocks are a refuge for the coneys. 
You have made the moon to mark the seasons;
   the sun knows its time for setting. 
You make darkness, and it is night,
   when all the animals of the forest come creeping out. 
The young lions roar for their prey,
   seeking their food from God. 
When the sun rises, they withdraw
   and lie down in their dens. 
People go out to their work
   and to their labour until the evening. 

O Lord, how manifold are your works!
   In wisdom you have made them all;
   the earth is full of your creatures. 
Yonder is the sea, great and wide,
   creeping things innumerable are there,
   living things both small and great. 
There go the ships,
   and Leviathan that you formed to sport in it. 

These all look to you
   to give them their food in due season; 
when you give to them, they gather it up;
   when you open your hand, they are filled with good things. 
When you hide your face, they are dismayed;
   when you take away their breath, they die
   and return to their dust. 
When you send forth your spirit,* they are created;
   and you renew the face of the ground. 

May the glory of the Lord endure for ever;
   may the Lord rejoice in his works— 
who looks on the earth and it trembles,
   who touches the mountains and they smoke. 
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
   I will sing praise to my God while I have being. 
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
   for I rejoice in the Lord. 
Let sinners be consumed from the earth,
   and let the wicked be no more.
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
Praise the Lord!

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