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  • That voice he obeyed; rose up and took the road for Nineve, a great city indeed, three days’ journey from end to end. (Jonah 3, 3)

  • Trust me, Jacob, I mean to assemble thee in full strength, rally all that is left of Israel in one place, thronging like sheep in fold, like herd in byre, hum of voices echoing all around; (Micah 2, 12)

  • But no, this is my word to you, chieftains of Jacob’s line, rulers of Israel: Who should acclaim justice, if not you? (Micah 3, 1)

  • A word with you, chieftains of Jacob’s line, rulers of Israel, that hold right abominable, and all justice pervert; (Micah 3, 9)

  • Never a judge but has his price; never a priest tradition teaches, but for hire; never a prophet but must have his hand lined with silver! And all the while, how lean they on the Lord! Is not he in their midst (they ask)? How should harm befall them? (Micah 3, 11)

  • Listen to this message I have from the Lord: Up, and to the mountains make thy complaint, let the hill-sides echo with thy voice! (Micah 6, 1)

  • How best may I humble myself before the Lord, that is God most high? What offering shall I bring? Calf, think you, of a year old, for my burnt-sacrifice? (Micah 6, 6)

  • So comes the divine voice to yonder city; best he shall thrive, that stands in awe of thy name.✻ Listen, tribesmen, to that voice; which of you dares acclaim it? (Micah 6, 9)

  • Out with silver, out with gold of hers; store is here of costly stuff beyond price or reckoning! (Nahum 2, 9)

  • Have at thee! says the Lord of hosts; yonder chariots shall be burnt to ashes; whelps of thine shall die at the sword’s point, plunder of thine be swept off the face of earth; and for thy heralds, their voices shall be heard no more. (Nahum 2, 13)

  • But thou, Lord, my God and all my worship, thou art from eternity! And wilt thou see us perish? Warrant of thine they hold, take their strength from thee, only to make known thy justice, thy chastening power!✻ (Habakkuk 1, 12)

  • So pure those eyes, shall they feast on wrong-doing? Wilt thou brook the sight of oppression, look on while treason is done? Innocence the prey of malice, and no word from thee? (Habakkuk 1, 13)


O sábio elogia a mulher forte dizendo: os seu dedos manejaram o fuso. A roca é o alvo dos seus desejos. Fie, portanto, cada dia um pouco. Puxe fio a fio até a execução e, infalivelmente, você chegará ao fim. Mas não tenha pressa, pois senão você poderá misturar o fio com os nós e embaraçar tudo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina