Canticle C : The Song of Hannah

1 Samuel 2: 1-8

“My heart exults in you, O God; *
my triumph song is lifted in you.

My mouth derides my enemies, *
for I rejoice in your salvation.

There is none holy like you, *
nor any rock to be compared to you, our God.

Do not heap up prideful words or speak in arrogance; *
Only God is knowing and weighs all actions.

The bows of the mighty are broken, *
but the weak are clothed in strength.

Those once full now labor for bread, *
those who hungered now are well fed.

The childless woman has borne sevenfold, *
while the mother of many is forlorn.

 God destroys and brings to life, casts down and raises up; *
gives wealth or takes it away, humbles and dignifies.


God raises the poor from the dust; *

and lifts the needy from the ash heap


To make them sit with the rulers *

and inherit a place of honor.


For the pillars of the earth are God’s *

on which the whole earth is founded.”