Job, 27
24. He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering like an ear of corn.
24. He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering like an ear of corn.
“Diga ao Senhor: Faça em mim segundo a Tua vontade, mas antes de mandar-me o sofrimento, dê-me forças para que eu possa sofrer com amor.”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina