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Lunedi, 3 giugno 2024 - San Carlo Lwanga ( Letture di oggi)

Psalms 121


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NEW AMERICAN BIBLEDOUAI-RHEIMS
1 A song of ascents. I raise my eyes toward the mountains. From where will my help come?1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.
2 My help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth.2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.
3 God will not allow your foot to slip; your guardian does not sleep.3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.
4 Truly, the guardian of Israel never slumbers nor sleeps.4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.
5 The LORD is your guardian; the LORD is your shade at your righthand.5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:
6 By day the sun cannot harm you, nor the moon by night.6 my soul hath been long a sojourner.
7 The LORD will guard you from all evil, will always guard your life.7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.
8 The LORD will guard your coming and going both now and forever.