10. Writhe in pain, grow faint, O daughter Zion, like a woman in travail; For now shall you go forth from the city and dwell in the fields; To Babylon shall you go, there shall you be rescued. There shall the LORD redeem you from the hand of your enemies.





“Pense na felicidade que está reservada para nós no Paraíso”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina