Song of Solomon, 5
9. The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
9. The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
“Como é belo esperar!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina