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1. A song of ascents. Of David. LORD, my heart is not proud; nor are my eyes haughty. I do not busy myself with great matters, with things too sublime for me.

2. Rather, I have stilled my soul, hushed it like a weaned child. Like a weaned child on its mother's lap, so is my soul within me.

3. Israel, hope in the LORD, now and forever.




“Se precisamos ter paciência para suportar os defeitos dos outros, quanto mais ainda precisamos para tolerar nossos próprios defeitos!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina