Trouvé 63 Résultats pour: Mourning

  • And she answered him, "Be still and stop deceiving me; my child has perished." And she went out every day to the road by which they had left; she ate nothing in the daytime, and throughout the nights she never stopped mourning for her son Tobias, until the fourteen days of the wedding feast had expired which Raguel had sworn that he should spend there. At that time Tobias said to Raguel, "Send me back, for my father and mother have given up hope of ever seeing me again." (Tobit 10, 7)

  • For she took off her widow's mourning to exalt the oppressed in Israel. She anointed her face with ointment and fastened her hair with a tiara and put on a linen gown to deceive him. (Judith 16, 8)

  • And in every province, wherever the king's command and his decree came, there was great mourning among the Jews, with fasting and weeping and lamenting, and most of them lay in sackcloth and ashes. (Esther 4, 3)

  • Then Mor'decai returned to the king's gate. But Haman hurried to his house, mourning and with his head covered. (Esther 6, 12)

  • as the days on which the Jews got relief from their enemies, and as the month that had been turned for them from sorrow into gladness and from mourning into a holiday; that they should make them days of feasting and gladness, days for sending choice portions to one another and gifts to the poor. (Esther 9, 22)

  • Hear my prayer, and have mercy upon thy inheritance turn our mourning into feasting, that we may live and sing praise to thy name, O Lord; do not destroy the mouth of those who praise thee." (Esther 13, 17)

  • she took off her splendid apparel and put on the garments of distress and mourning, and instead of costly perfumes she covered her head with ashes and dung, and she utterly humbled her body, and every part that she loved to adorn she covered with her tangled hair. (Esther 14, 2)

  • My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. (Job 30, 31)

  • Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness, (Psalms 30, 11)

  • as though I grieved for my friend or my brother; I went about as one who laments his mother, bowed down and in mourning. (Psalms 35, 14)

  • I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning. (Psalms 38, 6)

  • I say to God, my rock: "Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" (Psalms 42, 9)


“Não se fixe voluntariamente naquilo que o inimigo da alma lhe apresenta.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina