Habakkuk, 3
16. I hear, and my body trembles, my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones, my steps totter beneath me. I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.
16. I hear, and my body trembles, my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones, my steps totter beneath me. I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.
“Reflita no que escreve, pois o Senhor vai lhe pedir contas disso.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina