1. O Lord, how great in number are my foes! How numerous are they who rise against me!

3. How many are they who say of my soul: "There is no help for him in God!"

4. But you are my shield, O Lord, my glory, you lift up my head.

5. Aloud I cry to the Lord, and from his holy hill he answers me.

6. If I lie down to sleep, again I awake, for the Lord supports me;

7. no fear of the thousands standing against me.

8. Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! You strike all my enemies on the jaw, you have broken the teeth of the wicked.

9. Salvation comes from the Lord. May your blessing be upon your people!





O maldito “eu” o mantém apegado à Terra e o impede de voar para Jesus. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina