First reading Lamentations 2:2,10-14,18-19

Cry aloud to the Lord, daughter of Zion

The Lord has pitilessly destroyed
  all the homes of Jacob;
in his displeasure he has shattered
  the strongholds of the daughter of Judah;
he has thrown to the ground,
  he has left accursed the kingdom and its rulers.
Mutely they sit on the ground,
  the elders of the daughter of Zion;
they have put dust on their heads,
  and wrapped themselves in sackcloth.
The virgins of Jerusalem hang their heads
  down to the ground.
My eyes wasted away with weeping,
  my entrails shuddered,
my liver spilled on the ground
  at the ruin of the daughters of my people,
as children, mere infants, fainted
  in the squares of the Citadel.
They kept saying to their mothers,
  ‘Where is the bread?’
as they fainted like wounded men
  in the squares of the City,
as they poured out their souls
  on their mothers’ breasts.
How can I describe you, to what compare you,
  daughter of Jerusalem?
Who can rescue and comfort you,
  virgin daughter of Zion?
For huge as the sea is your affliction;
  who can possibly cure you?
The visions your prophets had on your behalf
  were delusive, tinsel things,
they never pointed out your sin,
  to ward off your exile.
The visions they proffered you were false,
  fallacious, misleading.
Cry aloud, then, to the Lord,
  groan, daughter of Zion;
let your tears flow like a torrent,
  day and night;
give yourself no relief,
  grant your eyes no rest.
Up, cry out in the night-time,
  in the early hours of darkness;
pour your heart out like water
  before the Lord.
Stretch out your hands to him
  for the lives of your children
who faint with hunger
  at the entrance to every street.

Responsorial Psalm 73(74):1-7,20-21

Do not forget your poor servants for ever.
Why, O God, have you cast us off for ever?
  Why blaze with anger at the sheep of your pasture?
Remember your people whom you chose long ago,
  the tribe you redeemed to be your own possession,
  the mountain of Zion where you made your dwelling.
Turn your steps to these places that are utterly ruined!
  The enemy has laid waste the whole of the sanctuary.
Your foes have made uproar in your house of prayer:
  they have set up their emblems, their foreign emblems,
  high above the entrance to the sanctuary.
Their axes have battered the wood of its doors.
  They have struck together with hatchet and pickaxe.
O God, they have set your sanctuary on fire:
  they have razed and profaned the place where you dwell.
Remember your covenant; every cave in the land
  is a place where violence makes its home.
Do not let the oppressed return disappointed;
  let the poor and the needy bless your name.

Gospel Matthew 8:5-17

‘I am not worthy to have you under my roof: give the word, and my servant will be healed’

When Jesus went into Capernaum a centurion came up and pleaded with him. ‘Sir,’ he said ‘my servant is lying at home paralysed, and in great pain.’ ‘I will come myself and cure him’ said Jesus. The centurion replied, ‘Sir, I am not worthy to have you under my roof; just give the word and my servant will be cured. For I am under authority myself, and have soldiers under me; and I say to one man: Go, and he goes; to another: Come here, and he comes; to my servant: Do this, and he does it.’
   When Jesus heard this he was astonished and said to those following him, ‘I tell you solemnly, nowhere in Israel have I found faith like this. And I tell you that many will come from east and west to take their places with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob at the feast in the kingdom of heaven; but the subjects of the kingdom will be turned out into the dark, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth.’ And to the centurion Jesus said, ‘Go back, then; you have believed, so let this be done for you.’ And the servant was cured at that moment.
   And going into Peter’s house Jesus found Peter’s mother-in-law in bed with fever. He touched her hand and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on him.
   That evening they brought him many who were possessed by devils. He cast out the spirits with a word and cured all who were sick. This was to fulfil the prophecy of Isaiah:
   He took our sicknesses away and carried our diseases for us.