Job, 19
20. The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
20. The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina