1. In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

2. O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

3. What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

4. The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

5. Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

6. my soul hath been long a sojourner.

7. With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.





“Se quisermos colher é necessário não só semear, mas espalhar as sementes num bom campo. Quando as sementes se tornarem plantas, devemos cuidá-las para que as novas plantas não sejam sufocadas pelas ervas daninhas.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina