1. This is why my heart pounds and leaps from its place.

2. Listen to the thunder of his voice as it comes rumbling from his mouth.

3. Under the heavens, he hurls his lightning, sending it to the ends of the earth.

4. Then comes the sound of God's roar- the majestic peal of his thunder. He does not check his thunderbolts until his voice has fully resounded.

5. God thunders and his voice works marvels; he does great things we cannot perceive.

6. He says to the snow, "Fall on the earth"; and to the rainshower, "Be a strong downpour."

7. So he keeps people under cover to let them acknowledge his work.

8. Wild beasts go back into their lairs and remain quietly in their dens.

9. The storm comes out from its chamber, and the cold from the driving winds.

10. The breath of God forms ice, and the broad waters become frozen.

11. With thunderbolts he loads the clouds, and through them scatters his lightning.

12. At his direction they do their rounds, upon the face of the habitable world.

13. He commands nature to punish men, to water his land or to show his mercy.

14. Listen to this, O Job: pause and consider God's marvels.

15. Do you know how he controls the clouds, how he makes his lightning flash?

16. Do you know how the clouds hang poised, all these wonders wrought by his perfect knowledge?

17. You who swelter in your clothes when the earth lies still under the south wind,

18. can you, like him, spread out the skies, hard as a mirror of molten bronze?

19. Teach us then what we shall say to him; we cannot draw up our case because of darkness.

20. Does it take an angel to bring this to God's attention?

21. A while ago we could not see the light and the clouds darkened the sky, but the storm has just cast them out.

22. A blaze comes from the north, a dreadful glory around God.

23. The Almighty is beyond our reach; exalted in power, great in judgment; the Master of justice oppresses no one.

24. Therefore, people revere him; wise men are nothing in his sight.





“Meu Deus, perdoa-me. Nunca Te ofereci nada na minha vida e, agora, por este pouco que estou sofrendo, em comparação a tudo o que Tu sofreste na Cruz, eu reclamo injustamente!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina