1. A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

2. Many a time 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 hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5. Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

6. Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

7. Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

8. Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.





“Ouço interiormente uma voz que constantemente me diz: Santifique-se e santifique!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina