1. For the sons of Core, a psalm of a canticle. The foundations thereof are in the holy mountains:

2. The Lord loveth the gates of Sion above all the tabernacles of Jacob.

3. Glorious things are said of thee, O city of God.

4. I will be mindful of Rahab and of Babylon knowing me. Behold the foreigners, and Tyre, and the people of the Ethiopians, these were there.

5. Shall not Sion say: This man and that man is born in her? and the Highest himself hath founded her.

6. The Lord shall tell in his writings of peoples and of princes, of them that have been in her.

7. The dwelling in thee is as it were of all rejoicing.





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