Liturgy sobre Salmos 97:8

The tribe of Judah is in dire straits and in pain, does the lion [not] roar in the forest? They hope for Your salvation, the fathers and the children, poor and destitute. Stand in the breach, so that we not become a mockery; why, Lord, do You stand afar? Your doves have reached the gates of death; appear, the One who sits upon the cherubs. Bring us help from distress; is the hand of the Lord too short? Renew our days in the old exile; awake, why do You sleep? Remember Your children in a land not theirs, so that a stranger not approach them. The hidden end, reveal to the lonely one; Zion shall rejoice, the daughters of Judah shall be gladdened. Let their prayers rise to the high heavens, to the King that sits on His throne of mercy.