0. To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy,

2. hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the scheming of evildoers,

3. who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,

4. shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.

5. They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, "Who can see us?

6. Who can search out our crimes? We have thought out a cunningly conceived plot." For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!

7. But God will shoot his arrow at them; they will be wounded suddenly.

8. Because of their tongue he will bring them to ruin; all who see them will wag their heads.

9. Then all men will fear; they will tell what God has wrought, and ponder what he has done.

10. Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD, and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart glory!

Por que a tentação passada deixa na alma uma certa perturbação? perguntou um penitente a Padre Pio. Ele respondeu: “Você já presenciou um tremor de terra? Quando tudo estremece a sua volta, você também é sacudido; no entanto, não necessariamente fica enterrado nos destroços!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina