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  • he remembered those words the Lord had put into the mouth of Amos, Your feast-days shall end in lamentation and sad thoughts. (Tobit 2, 6)

  • but his neighbours shook their heads over it, Here was sentence of death passed on thee for such doings of thine; from that sentence thou wast barely reprieved, and art thou back at thy grave-digging? (Tobit 2, 8)

  • But still Tobias feared God much, and the king little; still the bodies of murdered men were stolen away, hidden in his house, and at dead of night buried. (Tobit 2, 9)

  • But toil brought weariness, and one morning, when he came home, he threw himself down in the shadow of the wall, and quickly fell asleep. (Tobit 2, 10)

  • This was but a trial which the Lord allowed to befall him, so that he might leave to later ages, as God’s servant Job did, a document of patience. (Tobit 2, 12)

  • No, he remained as stout-hearted a worshipper of God as before, and never a day passed but he returned thanks for the gift of life. (Tobit 2, 14)

  • we come of holy stock, you and I, and God has life waiting for us if we will but keep faith with him. (Tobit 2, 18)

  • Fine talk,✻ said she, but the like hopes have played thee false already; what hast thou to shew, now, for all thy almsgiving? (Tobit 2, 22)

  • So at last Tobias fell a-sighing, and he prayed still, but wept as he prayed. (Tobit 3, 1)

  • Lord, he said, thou hast right on thy side; no award of thine but is deserved, no act of thine but tells of mercy, of faithfulness, and of justice. (Tobit 3, 2)

  • and the ground of it was that she had been married seven times, but each of her husbands in turn had been killed, at the time of his bedding with her, by an evil spirit that was named Asmodaeus. (Tobit 3, 8)

  • Blessed is thy name, O God of our fathers, who, though thy anger be roused, shewest mercy still, who dost pardon the sinner that cries out to thee in time of need! (Tobit 3, 13)


"O amor e o temor devem sempre andar juntos. O temor sem amor torna-se covardia; o amor sem temor torna-se presunção." São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina