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  • The angel of the Lord took hold of his head and carried him off by the hair to Babylon where, with a great blast of his breath, he set Habakkuk down on the edge of the pit. (Daniel 14, 36)

  • Foreigners have eaten his strength away but he is unconscious of it; even his hair is turning grey but he is unconscious of it. (Hosea 7, 9)

  • Yahweh says this: For the three crimes, the four crimes of Israel, I have made my decree and will not relent: because they have sold the upright for silver and the poor for a pair of sandals, (Amos 2, 6)

  • Does the lion roar in the forest if it has no prey? Does the young lion growl in his lair if it has caught nothing? (Amos 3, 4)

  • We can buy up the weak for silver and the poor for a pair of sandals, and even get a price for the sweepings of the wheat.' (Amos 8, 6)

  • Off with your hair, shave your head, for the children that were your joy. Make yourselves bald like the vulture, for they have left you for exile. (Micah 1, 16)

  • They will lick the dust like snakes, like reptiles that crawl on the earth. They will creep trembling out of their lairs, in terror before you. (Micah 7, 17)

  • where the lion would tear up food for his whelps and strangle the kill for his mates, where he filled his caverns with prey and his lairs with spoil? (Nahum 2, 13)

  • Draw yourselves water for the siege, strengthen your fortifications! Into the mud with you, puddle the clay, repair the brick-kiln! (Nahum 3, 14)

  • With your shafts you pierced the leader of his warriors who stormed out with shouts of joy to scatter us, as if they meant to devour some poor wretch in their lair. (Habakkuk 3, 14)

  • I shall sweep away humans and animals, the birds of the air and the fish of the sea, I shall topple the wicked and wipe all people off the face of the earth -declares Yahweh. (Zephaniah 1, 3)

  • This is what the city will be like, once living happy and carefree and thinking to itself, 'I have no rival -- not I!' And what will it be now? A ruin, a lair for wild beasts to rest in, and everyone who passes by will whistle and throw up his hands. (Zephaniah 2, 15)


“É difícil tornar-se santo. Difícil, mas não impossível. A estrada da perfeição é longa, tão longa quanto a vida de cada um. O consolo é o repouso no decorrer do caminho. Mas, apenas restauradas as forças, é necessário levantar-se rapidamente e retomar a viagem!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina