Job, 17
7. My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
7. My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
“Não se desencoraje, pois, se na alma existe o contínuo esforço de melhorar, no final o Senhor a premia fazendo nela florir, de repente, todas as virtudes como num jardim florido.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina