1. I called to the Lord in my distress, and he answered me.

2. Deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips and from deceitful tongues.

3. How shall he pay you back, O deceitful and lying tongue?

4. He will punish you with arrows hardened over the glowing coals!

5. Woe is me who live with barbarians, and dwell amid plunders.

6. My soul is sick of dwelling among those who hate peace;

7. I want peace, but they only think of quarrels.





“Subamos sem nos cansarmos, sob a celeste vista do Salvador. Distanciemo-nos das afeições terrenas. Despojemo-nos do homem velho e vistamo-nos do homem novo. Aspiremos à felicidade que nos está reservada.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina