Song of Solomon, 5
2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
“Nossa Senhora recebeu pela inefável bondade de Jesus a força de suportar até o fim as provações do seu amor. Que você também possa encontrar a força de perseverar com o Senhor até o Calvário!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
