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.





“O passado não conta mais para o Senhor. O que conta é o presente e estar atento e pronto para reparar o que foi feito.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina