It's another one of those days . . . .

One of those days, that is, when something from the morning psalms speaks to the heart, hits all the right notes:

But now,  O Lord,  thou art far off, and puttest us to confusion, * and goest not forth with our armies.  Thou makest us to turn our backs upon our enemies, * so that they which hate us spoil our goods.  Thou lettest us be eaten up like sheep, * and hast scattered us among the heathen. . . . . Up, Lord, why sleepest thou? * awake, and be not absent from us for ever.  Wherefore hidest thou thy face, * and forgettest our misery and trouble?   For our soul is brought low, even unto the dust; * our belly cleaveth unto the ground.  Arise, and help us, * and deliver us, for thy mercy's sake.

The daily Office usually seems to know when I shouldn't have spent so much time with the morning news.