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.)





“Que Maria sempre enfeite sua alma com as flores e o perfume de novas virtudes e coloque a mão materna sobre sua cabeça. Fique sempre e cada vez mais perto de nossa Mãe celeste, pois ela é o mar que deve ser atravessado para se atingir as praias do esplendor eterno no reino do amanhecer.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina