The Collaborative International Dictionary
Benedicite \Ben`e*dic"i*te\, interj. [See Benedicite, n.] An exclamation corresponding to Bless you !.
Benedicite \Ben`e*dic"i*te\, n. [L., (imperative pl.,) bless ye, praise ye.] A canticle (the Latin version of which begins with this word) which may be used in the order for morning prayer in the Church of England. It is taken from an apocryphal addition to the third chapter of Daniel. [1913 Webster] ||
Wiktionary
interj. (context obsolete English) bless you n. A canticle (the Latin version of which begins with the word "benedicite") which may be used in the order for morning prayer in the Church of England.
Wikipedia
The Benedicite (also Benedicite, omnia opera Domini or A Song of Creation) is a canticle that is used in the Roman Catholic Liturgy of the Hours, and is also used in Anglican and Lutheran worship. The text is either verses 35–65 or verses 35–66 of The Song of the Three Children. Newer versions often omit the final verse, and may reduce the number of occurrences of the refrain "sing his praise and exalt him for ever" (or its equivalent).
In Catholic tradition, the canticle can also be sung or recited in its complete form (Canticum trium puerorum) as a thanksgiving after Holy Mass. Bible passages from the Book of Daniel (Dan. 3, 57-88 and 56) and Psalm 148 form the core of this canticle.
Usage examples of "benedicite".
All things fell into order, stars and men, the silent growing things, the seas, the mountains and the plains, fell into order like a vast choir to obey the command of the canticle: Benedicite, omnia opera!
No matter, the Poet said, a White Hun who falls asleep for the duration of a Benedicite or who starts flapping his arms is already a dead Hun.
But when, acting on the advice of a certain religious man, she uttered the word Benedicite, the devil at once left her.
No matter, the Poet said, a White Hun who falls asleep for the duration of a Benedicite or who starts flapping his arms is already a dead Hun.
Benedicite, signing a contract with no guarantee of a royal audience, sealing me in a confection, pulling me in a sickening crate to the sky, mayhap e’en planting those dainties to make me sick, for I’d oft told him my weakness for deer testicles.