Salmos 140

Così le nostre ossa sono disperse fin presso al sepolcro. Ma giacché a te mirano, o Signore, o Signore, gli occhi miei, io ho sperato in te, non isperdere l'anima mia.

En cuanto á los que por todas partes me rodean, la maldad de sus propios labios cubrirá su cabeza.

As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.

As for the head of those who surround me, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.