Found 83 Results for: Woe

  • Woe to the land of whirring wings beyond the rivers of Cush, (Isaiah 18, 1)

  • From the remotest part of the earth we hear songs of praise: "Glory to the Righteous One." Yet I said: "Woe is me! Woe is me! there is but treachery and traitors!" (Isaiah 24, 16)

  • Woe to the drunkards of Ephraim proudly adorned, to that fading flower of luxurious beauty on the head of a rich valley - all are dizzy with wine. (Isaiah 28, 1)

  • Woe to Ariel - Ariel, the city against which David encamped! After a year or two, after the feasts have made their full round, (Isaiah 29, 1)

  • Woe to those who hide deep from Yahweh their plans, who work in the dark and say, "Who will know, and who will see us?" (Isaiah 29, 15)

  • "Woe to the rebellious children," says the Lord; "they make plans which are not mine, they form alliances I did not inspire, and thus add sin upon sin. (Isaiah 30, 1)

  • Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help, who pin their hopes on cavalry, putting their trust in chariots because they are many, relying on horsemen because they are strong. Why did they not look to the Holy One of Israel or consult Yahweh? (Isaiah 31, 1)

  • Woe to you, O ravager who never have been ravaged, you O treacherous one who have not been betrayed! When your ravaging is over, you yourself will be ravaged; when your treacherous deals are ended, you yourself will be betrayed. (Isaiah 33, 1)

  • Woe to him who argues with his Maker being but a pot among pots. Will the clay say to him who fashions it, "What are you making? You have no skill." (Isaiah 45, 9)

  • Woe to him who asks a father, "What have you begotten!" or a mother, "To what have you given birth?" (Isaiah 45, 10)

  • See! Someone comes like the clouds, his chariots are like a whirlwind, his horses swifter than eagles! Woe to us for we are ruined! (Jeremiah 4, 13)

  • I hear a cry as of a woman in labor, anguish as of one giving birth the first time. It is the cry of the daughter of Zion, gasping for breath with hands outstretched: "Woe is me! I am fainting amidst a band of murderers!" (Jeremiah 4, 31)


“Resigna-te a ser neste momento uma pequena abelha. E enquanto esperas ser uma grande abelha, ágil, hábil, capaz de fabricar bom mel, humilha-te com muito amor perante Deus e os homens, pois Deus fala aos que se mantêm diante dele humildemente”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina