Readings for the Feast of St. Cyril of Alexandria

AD 444
Feast Day: June 27

Lamentations 2:2, 10-14, 18-19
Psalm 74
Matthew 8:5-17

Lamentations 2:2, 10-14, 18-19

The Lord has destroyed without mercy all the dwellings of Jacob; in his wrath he has broken down the strongholds of daughter Judah; he has brought down to the ground in dishonor the kingdom and its rulers.

The elders of daughter Zion sit on the ground in silence; they have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth; the young girls of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground. My eyes are spent with weeping; my stomach churns; my bile is poured out on the ground because of the destruction of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city. They cry to their mothers, "Where is bread and wine?" as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their life is poured out on their mothers' bosom. What can I say for you, to what compare you, O daughter Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may comfort you, O virgin daughter Zion? For vast as the sea is your ruin; who can heal you? Your prophets have seen for you false and deceptive visions; they have not exposed your iniquity to restore your fortunes, but have seen oracles for you that are false and misleading. Cry aloud to the Lord! O wall of daughter Zion! Let tears stream down like a torrent day and night! Give yourself no rest, your eyes no respite! Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord! Lift your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

Psalm 74

O God, why have you utterly disowned us? *
 Why does your anger burn
   against the sheep of your pasture?
Remember your congregation that you purchased of old, *
 the tribe you redeemed for your own possession,
   and Mount Zion where you dwelt.
Hasten your steps towards the endless ruins, *
 where the enemy has laid waste all your sanctuary.
Your adversaries roared in the place of your worship; *
 they set up their banners as tokens of victory.
Like men brandishing axes on high in a thicket of trees, *
 all her carved work they smashed down with hatchet and hammer.
They set fire to your holy place; *
 they defiled the dwelling place of your name
   and razed it to the ground.
They said in their heart, ‘Let us make havoc of them altogether,’ *
 and they burned down all the sanctuaries of God in the land.
There are no signs to see, not one prophet left, *
 not one among us who knows how long.
How long, O God, will the adversary scoff? *
 Shall the enemy blaspheme your name for ever?
Why have you withheld your hand *
 and hidden your right hand in your bosom?
Yet God is my king from of old, *
 who did deeds of salvation in the midst of the earth.
It was you that divided the sea by your might *
 and shattered the heads of the dragons on the waters;
You alone crushed the heads of Leviathan *
 and gave him to the beasts of the desert for food.
You cleft the rock for fountain and flood; *
 you dried up ever-flowing rivers.
Yours is the day, yours also the night; *
 you established the moon and the sun.
You set all the bounds of the earth; *
 you fashioned both summer and winter.
Remember now, Lord, how the enemy scoffed, *
 how a foolish people despised your name.
Do not give to wild beasts the soul of your turtle dove; *
 forget not the lives of your poor for ever.
Look upon your creation,
   for the earth is full of darkness, *
 full of the haunts of violence.
Let not the oppressed turn away ashamed, *
 but let the poor and needy praise your name.
Arise, O God, maintain your own cause; *
 remember how fools revile you all the day long.
Forget not the clamour of your adversaries, *
 the tumult of your enemies that ascends continually.

Matthew 8:5-17

When he entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, appealing to him and saying, ‘Lord, my servant is lying at home paralyzed, in terrible distress.’ And he said to him, ‘I will come and cure him.’ The centurion answered, ‘Lord, I am not worthy to have you come under my roof; but only speak the word, and my servant will be healed. For I also am a man under authority, with soldiers under me; and I say to one, “Go,” and he goes, and to another, “Come,” and he comes, and to my slave, “Do this,” and the slave does it.’ When Jesus heard him, he was amazed and said to those who followed him, ‘Truly I tell you, in no one in Israel have I found such faith. I tell you, many will come from east and west and will eat with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven, while the heirs of the kingdom will be thrown into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ And to the centurion Jesus said, ‘Go; let it be done for you according to your faith.’ And the servant was healed in that hour.

When Jesus entered Peter’s house, he saw his mother-in-law lying in bed with a fever; he touched her hand, and the fever left her, and she got up and began to serve him. That evening they brought to him many who were possessed with demons; and he cast out the spirits with a word, and cured all who were sick. This was to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet Isaiah, ‘He took our infirmities and bore our diseases.’


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