9. Over the mountains, break out in cries of lamentation, over the pasture lands, intone a dirge: They are scorched, and no man crosses them, unheard is the bleat of the flock; Birds of the air as well as beasts, all have fled, and are gone.





“Você teme um homem,um pobre instrumento nas mãos de Deus, mas não teme a justiça divina?” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina