Ezekiel, 21
10. It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, [as] every tree.
10. It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, [as] every tree.
“As almas! As almas! Se alguém soubesse o preço que custam”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina