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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.




“Que Nossa Mãe do Céu tenha piedade de nós e com um olhar maternal levante-nos, purifique-nos e eleve-nos a Deus.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina