Job, 19
22. Why do you hound me as though you were divine, and insatiably prey upon me?
22. Why do you hound me as though you were divine, and insatiably prey upon me?
“É doce o viver e o penar para trazer benefícios aos irmãos e para tantas almas que, vertiginosamente, desejam se justificar no mal, a despeito do Bem Supremo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina