1. [Song of Ascents] I lift up my eyes to you who are enthroned in heaven.

2. Just as the eyes of slaves are on their masters' hand, or the eyes of a slave-girl on the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are on Yahweh our God, for him to take pity on us.

3. Have pity on us, Yahweh, have pity, for we have had our full share of scorn,

4. more than our share of jeers from the complacent. (Scorn is for the proud.)





“Subamos sem nos cansarmos, sob a celeste vista do Salvador. Distanciemo-nos das afeições terrenas. Despojemo-nos do homem velho e vistamo-nos do homem novo. Aspiremos à felicidade que nos está reservada.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina