1. Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave.

2. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

3. Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

4. And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

5. Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake.

6. For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

7. I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

8. My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

9. Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

10. The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

11. Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.





“Quanto maiores forem os dons, maior deve ser sua humildade, lembrando de que tudo lhe foi dado como empréstimo.”(Pe Pio) São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina