Psalms, 142
4. I looked on [my] right hand, and beheld, but [there was] no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
4. I looked on [my] right hand, and beheld, but [there was] no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
“O amor tudo esquece, tudo perdoa, sem reservas.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina