Job, 7
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
5. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
“O amor e o temor devem sempre andar juntos. O temor sem amor torna-se covardia. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina