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Volume 13 · p. 355
XII. Sunday in Quinquagesima, Prayer
XII. Dominica in Quinquagesima, Oratio. Assumpsit Jesus duodecim Discipulos 1. Domine Jesu Christe, qui tendentes et ascendentes Jerosolimam perducis et consummas per crucis ignominiam, ignosce mihi, o summa munditia, quod ego corpus tuum indigne sumendo toties tradidi te libidinosis motibus meis, tamquam incircumcisis gentibus: ignosce mihi, o summa veritas, quod ego toties illusi tibi votum meum transgrediendo, et proximis meis mentiendo: ignosce mihi, o vera patientia, quod toties flagellavi te, peccata mea iterando, et te offendendo: ignosce mihi, o summa sapientia, quod ego toties faciem tuam conspui, quando veritatis cognitionem quam de te habui, per turpitudinem vitae meae foedavi: ignosce mihi, o vera vita, quod ego toties te occidi, quando per peccatum mortale te ab anima mea repuli: et fac me tertia die resurgere per veram et firmam contritionem, puram confessionem, condignam satisfactionem: da mihi appropinquare Jericho, considerare scilicet defectus meos, cum sim caecus in rationali, mendicus in concupiscibili, remissus sedens in irascibili: non me increpet temporalium rerum turba praeteriens, ut a laude tua taceam, sed potius stans indicans te mihi ut respiciam dona tua, et peccata mea, et videam te verum lumen et sequar, magnificans et laudans cum omni populo. Amen.
XII. Sunday in Quinquagesima, Prayer. Jesus took the twelve Disciples 1. Lord Jesus Christ, who bring through and consummate by the disgrace of the cross those tending and ascending to Jerusalem, forgive me, O highest cleanness, because by receiving your body unworthily I have so often handed you over to my lustful movements, as though to uncircumcised nations; forgive me, O highest truth, because I have so often mocked you by transgressing my vow and by lying to my neighbors; forgive me, O true patience, because I have so often scourged you by repeating my sins and offending you; forgive me, O highest wisdom, because I have so often spat upon your face, when I defiled through the baseness of my life the knowledge of truth that I had about you; forgive me, O true life, because I have so often killed you, when through mortal sin I drove you away from my soul; and make me rise again on the third day through true and firm contrition, pure confession, and worthy satisfaction; grant me to draw near to Jericho, that is, to consider my defects, since I am blind in the rational power, a beggar in the concupiscible power, slack while sitting in the irascible power. Let the passing crowd of temporal things not rebuke me, so that I become silent from your praise, but rather let it stand, pointing you out to me, so that I may look back upon your gifts and my sins, and may see you, the true light, and follow, magnifying and praising with all the people. Amen.
Notes
- Compare Luke 18:31-34 and 35-43; Matthew 20:17-19 and 29-34; Mark 10:32-34 and 46-52. (Cf. Luc. XVIII, 31-34, et 35-43. Matth. XX, 17-19, et 29-34. Marc. X, 32-34, et 46-52.) ↩
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