Saint of the Day: St. Peter Canisius
Song 2: 8-14 (Zeph 3: 14-18a) (Arise, my love)
The voice of my beloved! Look, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice. My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. On my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
Ps 33: 2-3, 11-12, 20-21
“Ring out your joy to the Lord, O you just; O sing him a song that is new.”
Lk 1: 39-45 (Blessed is the fruit of your womb)
In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me? For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy. And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfilment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.”