1. A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.

2. Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, [and] from a deceitful tongue.

3. What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

4. Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5. Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6. My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7. I [am for] peace: but when I speak, they [are] for war.





“Se quisermos colher é necessário não só semear, mas espalhar as sementes num bom campo. Quando as sementes se tornarem plantas, devemos cuidá-las para que as novas plantas não sejam sufocadas pelas ervas daninhas.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina