2 Samuel, 22
9. Smoke rose from his nostrils, from his mouth devouring fire (coals were kindled at it).
9. Smoke rose from his nostrils, from his mouth devouring fire (coals were kindled at it).
“Meu Deus, perdoa-me. Nunca Te ofereci nada na minha vida e, agora, por este pouco que estou sofrendo, em comparação a tudo o que Tu sofreste na Cruz, eu reclamo injustamente!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina