Talált 14 Eredmények: lyres

  • Your pride has been flung down to Sheol with the music of your lyres; under you a mattress of maggots, over you a blanket of worms. (Isaiah 14, 11)

  • Spare me the din of your chanting, let me hear none of your strumming on lyres, (Amos 5, 23)


“O amor tudo esquece, tudo perdoa, sem reservas.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina