1 A Song of Ascents, of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. 2 It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His beloved [even in his] sleep.
3 Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth.
5 How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed When they speak with their enemies in the gate.
«Bonjour Sandrine,
Vous considérez cette réalité avec les dimensions qui nous sont familières : le temps et l'espace....» dans L'obstination des scientifiques
«Mysha
Vous citez: "...les éléments et les fondements de la terre..."
de Matthieu 5:18 ici de Chouraki: "...Amén, oui, ...» dans Être juif, c'est quoi ?