1. The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom.

2. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.

3. Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.

4. But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

5. I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.

6. I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.

7. I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.

8. For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

9. Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.





“Pobres e desafortunadas as almas que se envolvem no turbilhão de preocupações deste mundo. Quanto mais amam o mundo, mais suas paixões crescem, mais queimam de desejos, mais se tornam incapazes de atingir seus objetivos. E vêm, então, as inquietações, as impaciências e terríveis sofrimentos profundos, pois seus corações não palpitam com a caridade e o amor. Rezemos por essas almas desafortunadas e miseráveis, para que Jesus, em Sua infinita misericórdia, possa perdoá-las e conduzi-las a Ele.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina