Let us praise the Father of mercies, the God of all consolation.
Blessed be God for ever.

My soul is deprived of peace,
I have forgotten what happiness is;
I tell myself my future is lost,
all that I hoped for from the Lord.
But I will call this to mind,
as my reason to have hope:
The favors of the Lord are not exhausted,
his mercies are not spent;
They are renewed each morning,
so great is his faithfulness.
My portion is the Lord, says my soul;
therefore I will hope in him.

Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat ei.