Song of Solomon, 6
2. BELOVED: My love went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock on the grass and gather lilies.
2. BELOVED: My love went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock on the grass and gather lilies.
“Tenhamos sempre horror ao pecado mortal e nunca deixemos de caminhar na estrada da santa eternidade.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina