Reading 3
Song 2:13-17
13 Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, show me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
V. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us.
R. Thanks be to God.
R. Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost and she spake out with a loud voice, and said: Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb
* And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
V. For, lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.
R. And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
V. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
R. And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?