Da quaesumus, omnipotens Deus: ut, qui in tot adversis ex nostra infirmitate deficimus; intercedente unigeniti Filii tui passione respiremus.
Thus today's ancient Collect (Grant, we beg, almighty God: that we, who among so many adversities faint on account of our weakness, may through the mediation of thy Son's passion, get our breath back).
How extraordinarily up-to-the-moment those ancient prayers are. The Church is in this very minute under a great Satanic onslaught: the monstrous evil of pedophilia, satanic enough on its own, has been made exponentially even more evil by being spread among the priesthood: men privileged to take the Lord into their own hands morning by morning so as to offer the immaculate oblation with the purest of hearts have become ... filth. And now demonic cunning is using this very enormity for a massive onslaught upon the Church herself, and upon Christ's Vicar, and upon the Faith of millions. Among so many adversities puts it mildly.
The new Rite retains this Collect. But it misses out the words in tot adversis. In the breezy and optimistic confidence of the post-conciliar years, we felt that as the Church made herself up-to-date, threw open her windows to the world, and blew her cobwebs away, old liturgical phraseology about her being besieged by afflictions was not particularly ben trovato.
Oh dear. How Mgr Bugnini's chickens are coming home to roost. One recalls the Lord's words about the yet greater demonic infestation which can occupy the swept and garnished house.