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Memory of the apostle Andrew
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Reading
of the Word of God
Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
You
are a chosen race
A royal priesthood, a holy nation
People chosen by God
To proclaim his wonders.
Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Isaiah 1, 21-26
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The faithful city, what a harlot she has become! Zion, once full of fair judgement, where saving justice used to dwell, but now assassins!
Your silver has turned into dross, your wine is watered.
Your princes are rebels, accomplices of brigands. All of them greedy for presents and eager for bribes, they show no justice to the orphan, and the widow's cause never reaches them.
Hence, the Lord Yahweh Sabaoth, the Mighty One of Israel, says this, 'Disaster, I shall get the better of my enemies, I shall avenge myself on my foes.
'I shall turn my hand against you, I shall purge your dross as though with potash, I shall remove all your alloy.
'And I shall restore your judges as at first, your counsellors as in bygone days, after which you will be called City of Saving Justice, Faithful City.'
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Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
You
will be holy
Because I am holy, thus says the Lord.
Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia!
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