Jeremiah, 15
18. Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters.”
18. Why has my sorrow become never-ending, and why has my wound become so dire that it refuses to be cured? It has become for me like the deception of untrustworthy waters.”
“Quando a videira se separa da estaca que a sustenta, cai, e ao ficar na terra apodrece com todos os cachos que possui. Alerta, portanto, o demônio não dorme!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina