18The Lord appeared to Abraham* by the oaks* of Mamre, as he sat at the entrance of his tent in the heat of the day. 2He looked up and saw three men standing near him. When he saw them, he ran from the tent entrance to meet them, and bowed down to the ground. 3He said, My lord, if I find favour with you, do not pass by your servant. 4Let a little water be brought, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree. 5Let me bring a little bread, that you may refresh yourselves, and after that you may pass onsince you have come to your servant. So they said, Do as you have said. 6And Abraham hastened into the tent to Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures* of choice flour, knead it, and make cakes. 7Abraham ran to the herd, and took a calf, tender and good, and gave it to the servant, who hastened to prepare it. 8Then he took curds and milk and the calf that he had prepared, and set it before them; and he stood by them under the tree while they ate.
12 He said also to the one who had invited him, When you give a luncheon or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or rich neighbours, in case they may invite you in return, and you would be repaid. 13But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. 14And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you, for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.
1 I will exalt you, O Lord,
because you have raised me up
and have not let my foes triumph over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried out to you
and you have healed me.
3 You brought me up, O Lord, from the dead;
you restored me to life from among those that go down to the Pit.
4 Sing to the Lord, you servants of his;
give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye,
his favour for a lifetime.
Heaviness may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.
6 In my prosperity I said,
I shall never be moved.
You, Lord, of your goodness,
have made my hill so strong.
7 Then you hid your face from me
and I was utterly dismayed.
8 To you, O Lord, I cried;
to the Lord I made my supplication:
9 What profit is there in my blood,
if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you or declare your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me;
O Lord, be my helper.
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing;
you have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;
12 Therefore my heart sings to you without ceasing;
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks for ever.
The New Revised Standard Version (Anglicized Edition), copyright 1989, 1995 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
The Common Worship psalter is © The Archbishops Council of the Church of England, 2000.
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10 February 2011