Liturgy of the Sunday
Wisdom speaks her own praises, in the midst of her people she glories in herself.
She opens her mouth in the assembly of the Most High, she glories in herself in the presence of the Mighty One:
'I came forth from the mouth of the Most High, and I covered the earth like mist.
I had my tent in the heights, and my throne was a pillar of cloud.
Then the Creator of all things instructed me and he who created me fixed a place for my tent. He said, "Pitch your tent in Jacob, make Israel your inheritance."
From eternity, in the beginning, he created me, and for eternity I shall remain.
In the holy tent I ministered before him and thus became established in Zion.
In the beloved city he has given me rest, and in Jerusalem I wield my authority.
I have taken root in a privileged people, in the Lord's property, in his inheritance.