Master, Shepherd, Vinedresser, have pity on us. To the earth, you have given every seventh year to be a sabbatical rest. Where then is our rest? Are we not more precious than the earth? Do you not care about our wellbeing? Why must our daily bread come by toil and by the sweat of our brow? Lord, revive us, we who are exhausted, exhausted by work, by broken relationships, and by bad news. Help us to make good use of the weekly sabbath. Give us the satisfaction in our work that only God can give. Grant us the grace to rejoice in the ultimate rest that Jesus has acquired for us by the sacrifice of Himself. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.