Znaleziono 63 Wyniki dla: Garden

  • You are a garden fountain, a well of living water streaming down from Lebanon. (Song of Solomon 4, 15)

  • Arise, north wind! Awake, south wind! Blow upon my garden and spread its fragrance abroad. Let my lover come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits. (Song of Solomon 4, 16)

  • I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with spices, I have eaten my honey and my honeycomb, I have drunk my milk and my wine. Friends, eat and drink! Drink your fill, my dearest ones! (Song of Solomon 5, 1)

  • My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the garden and to gather lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 2)

  • I, for my part, went forth like a brook from a river, a stream diverted into a delightful garden. (Ecclesiasticus 24, 30)

  • Kindness is like a garden of blessings and charity endures forever. (Ecclesiasticus 40, 17)

  • The fear of the Lord is like a garden of blessings; it clothes a person better than any glory. (Ecclesiasticus 40, 27)

  • You will be like an oak, the leaves of which wither, and like a garden which runs out of water. (Isaiah 1, 30)

  • When at last the spirit is poured on us from on high, then will the desert become a garden, and this garden will be free as a fallow land. (Isaiah 32, 15)

  • Truly Yahweh's compassion is for Zion, his mercy is upon all her ruins. He will make her deserts like Eden, her wastelands like Yahweh's garden. In her will be found joy and rejoicing, melody and song of praise and thanks-giving. (Isaiah 51, 3)

  • Yahweh will guide you always and give you relief in desert places. He will strengthen your bones; he will make you as a watered garden, like a spring of water whose waters never fail. (Isaiah 58, 11)

  • For as the earth brings forth its growth, and as a garden makes seeds spring up, so will the Lord Yahweh make justice and praise spring up in the sight of all nations. (Isaiah 61, 11)


“É difícil tornar-se santo. Difícil, mas não impossível. A estrada da perfeição é longa, tão longa quanto a vida de cada um. O consolo é o repouso no decorrer do caminho. Mas, apenas restauradas as forças, é necessário levantar-se rapidamente e retomar a viagem!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina