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Talált 1632 Eredmények: Lin

  • the folk summoned, the cleansing rites performed, the elders met; weanling must be there and babe unweaned, groom leave his chamber and bride her bower. (Joel 2, 16)

  • I will shew wonders in heaven, and on earth blood, and fire, and whirling smoke. (Joel 2, 30)

  • Ploughshare beat into sword, spade into spear; weakling is none but must summon up his manhood now! (Joel 3, 10)

  • doubt you shall have none thenceforward that I, the Lord your God, have my dwelling-place at Jerusalem; a holy city Jerusalem shall be, never again shall alien foe breach the walls of her. (Joel 3, 17)

  • for these, guilt of blood that went still unpardoned shall be pardoned now; here, in Sion, the Lord will have his dwelling-place. (Joel 3, 21)

  • on summer dwelling of yours and winter dwelling my hand shall fall, houses of ivory and houses of the common folk; all shall lie in ruin, the Lord says. (Amos 3, 15)

  • And still you poison the springs of justice, still in the dust fling honour away.…✻ (Amos 5, 7)

  • Your often misdoing, your heinous guilt, never think I am blind to it; innocence hated, the bribe taken, the poor refused their rights at the judgement-seat! (Amos 5, 12)

  • Shun wrong, cherish the right, justice enthrone at your judgement-seat; then there is hope that the Lord, the God of hosts, will have mercy on some remnant of Joseph’s line. (Amos 5, 15)

  • This doom he utters, he, the Lord of hosts, he, our Master: Market-place or street is none but shall echo with wailing and cries of woe; country-folk, and such as are skilled in mourning, they shall call in to make dirge and dole;✻ (Amos 5, 16)

  • And like waters rolling in full tide, like a perennial stream, right and justice shall abound … (Amos 5, 24)

  • And when he asked, could I see what he had there, Why, Lord, I said, a grappling-hook for fruit-trees! Ay, said he, and right autumn it is for my people of Israel; no further chance shall they have of repentance. (Amos 8, 2)


"Quem te agita e te atormenta é o demônio. Quem te consola é Deus!" São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina