Song of Solomon, 5
7. The watchmen came upon me as they made their rounds of the city; They struck me, and wounded me, and took my mantle from me, the guardians of the walls.
7. The watchmen came upon me as they made their rounds of the city; They struck me, and wounded me, and took my mantle from me, the guardians of the walls.
“Sejam como pequenas abelhas espirituais, que levam para sua colméia apenas mel e cera. Que, por meio de sua conversa, sua casa seja repleta de docilidade, paz, concórdia, humildade e piedade!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina