1. How they have oppressed me from my youth - let Israel say,

2. how they have oppressed me from my youth - they have not put me down.

3. Upon my back plowers have plowed long and deep furrows

4. But the Lord, who is just, has shattered the yoke of the wicked.

5. May all who hate Zion be thrown into confusion.

6. May they be like grass in the garden, which withers before you uproot it.

7. No reaper sets his hands on it, no one gathers it to fill his arms,

8. nor says of them the passersby, "The blessing of the Lord be upon you!" We bless you in the name of the Lord!





“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