1. Unto the end; for the octave, a psalm for David.

2. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

3. They have spoken vain things every one to his neighbour: with deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.

4. May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things.

5. Who have said: We will magnify our tongue; our lips are our own; who is Lord over us?

6. By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor, now will I arise, saith the Lord. I win set him in safety; I will deal confidently in his regard.

7. The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the fire, purged from the earth refined seven times.

8. Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us.: and keep us from this generation for ever.

9. The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou best multiplied the children of men.

“Deve-se caminhar em nuvens cada vez que se termina uma confissão!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina