September 10, 2022

Prayer for the Aged

Look with mercy, O God our Father, on all whose increasing years bring them weakness, distress, or isolation. Provide for them homes of dignity and peace; give them understanding helpers, and the willingness to accept help; and, as their strength diminishes, increase their faith and their assurance of your love. This we ask in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

Psalm 55

Hear my prayer, O God; *

do not hide yourself from my petition.
Listen to me and answer me; *

I have no peace, because of my cares.
I am shaken by the noise of the enemy *

and by the pressure of the wicked;
For they have cast an evil spell upon me *

and are set against me in fury.
My heart quakes within me, *

and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
Fear and trembling have come over me, *

and horror overwhelms me.
And I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! *

I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee to a far-off place *

and make my lodging in the wilderness.
I would hasten to escape *

from the stormy wind and tempest.”
Swallow them up, O Lord;
confound their speech; *

for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
Day and night the watchmen make their rounds upon her walls, *

but trouble and misery are in the midst of her.
There is corruption at her heart; *

her streets are never free of oppression and deceit.
For had it been an adversary who taunted me,
then I could have borne it; *

or had it been an enemy who vaunted himself against me,
then I could have hidden from him.
But it was you, a man after my own heart, *

my companion, my own familiar friend.
We took sweet counsel together, *

and walked with the throng in the house of God.
Let death come upon them suddenly;
let them go down alive to the grave; *

for wickedness is in their dwellings, in their very midst.
But I will call upon God, *

and the Lord will deliver me.
In the evening, in the morning, and at noonday,
I will complain and lament, *

and he will hear my voice.
He will bring me safely back from the battle waged against me; *

for there are many who fight me.
God, who is enthroned of old, will hear me and bring them down; *

they never change; they do not fear God.
My companion stretched forth his hand against his comrade; *

he has broken his covenant.
His speech is softer than butter, *

but war is in his heart.
His words are smoother than oil, *

but they are drawn swords.
Cast your burden upon the Lord,
and he will sustain you; *

he will never let the righteous stumble.
For you will bring the bloodthirsty and deceitful *

down to the pit of destruction, O God.
They shall not live out half their days, *

but I will put my trust in you.

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