Image of David

From the root of Jesse, for you sprouted, and from the womb of Ruth. They will magnify you because of this in the utterance of all praise. O blessed king of Israel, David. When the hidden and secret inner life was found, from the treasury of the womb of Mary, for you, a son.

Salutation to the memory of your name in the depth of the psalm that was beloved. And salutation to the hair of your head, which was anointed with the oil of humility. The path of heaven, David, when I set out on the way. Hasten to meet me, while you raise your hand. For this path is narrow; I fear exceedingly.

Salutation to your head with the crown of kingship, which was honored. And to the beauty of your face, which shines more than the sun continually. The path of heaven, David, when I set out on the way, make the harp sound for me and sweeten the psalm, as you continually give drink to the righteous.

Salutation to your tomb, which is fragrant with incense, according to the custom of the ancient fathers. David, pray before the face of the living God, that I may be saved by your prayer from the snare of the foot of the serpent and from the embrace of the wicked man.

The book of the nativity of Christ, son of David the king, which Matthew says by the Holy Spirit: that like you, the height of the sanctuary may be obtained. David the prophet, David the king, may you be made strong through all this which is of the soul.

My word, hear, and to my heart, my light. And make me hear the word of my prayer. Ask for me, David, from my God. I pray as you do with all my heart, for there is no sinner like me.

From Adam, father of the world, and Enoch, father of Noah; from Abraham and Moses, up to David the gentle; from Samuel the priest and Zechariah the pure—remember me at every time before the face of Christ the Messiah. I beseech you at the time of evening and morning.

Salutation to you, O salvation; may your love be abundant for my humanity, a bridle. As the high water of the river of pride is quenched. David, father of Ezra.

Salutation to you at the time of my death; may you be abundant because of Mary, Paul. Your harp resounds with the garment of the heart. David, the anointed king.

Salutation to you, the sweetness of the harp; may you be in the mouth of the subtle mind. And from the splendor of kingship, the ornament of Hannah. My salutation, David, the anointed of heart. The heavens, until they inherit.