0. A Song of Ascents.

1. "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth," let Israel now say --

2. "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.

3. The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows."

4. The LORD is righteous; he has cut the cords of the wicked.

5. May all who hate Zion be put to shame and turned backward!

6. Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

7. with which the reaper does not fill his hand or the binder of sheaves his bosom,

8. while those who pass by do not say, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!"

“O sábio elogia a mulher forte dizendo: os seu dedos manejaram o fuso. A roca é o alvo dos seus desejos. Fie, portanto, cada dia um pouco. Puxe fio a fio até a execução e, infalivelmente, você chegará ao fim. Mas não tenha pressa, pois senão você poderá misturar o fio com os nós e embaraçar tudo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina