Job, 27
21. The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.
21. The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina