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|Lamentações 4:1|
นี่อย่างไรหนอ ทองคำจึงมีสีสลัวและทองคำเนื้อดีก็เปลี่ยนไป เพชรพลอยแห่งสถานบริสุทธิ์ทิ้งอยู่เกลื่อนกลาดตามทุกหัวถนน
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|Lamentações 4:2|
บุตรชายผู้ประเสริฐของกรุงศิโยนมีค่าเปรียบได้กับทองคำเนื้อดีนั้น ถูกตีราคาเพียงเท่าหม้อดินที่ปั้นขึ้นด้วยมือของช่างหม้อเท่านั้นหนอ
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|Lamentações 4:3|
แม้แต่สัตว์ประหลาดทะเลยังได้เอานมออกให้ลูกของมันดูด แต่ธิดาแห่งชนชาติของข้าพเจ้าก็ใจร้าย ดุจนกกระจอกเทศในถิ่นทุรกันดาร
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|Lamentações 4:4|
ลิ้นของทารกที่ยังไม่หย่านมกระหายจนติดเพดาน พวกเด็กได้ขออาหาร แต่ไม่มีใครยื่นให้เขา
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|Lamentações 4:5|
คนทั้งปวงที่เคยรับประทานอาหารอย่างเลิศหรูกลับต้องโดดเดี่ยวอยู่ตามถนน คนทั้งหลายที่เติบโตมาด้วยเสื้อสีแดงสดกลับต้องกอดกองมูลสัตว์
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|Lamentações 4:6|
เพราะโทษความชั่วช้าของธิดาแห่งชนชาติข้าพเจ้านั้นก็ใหญ่โตกว่าโทษบาปของเมืองโสโดมที่ต้องคว่ำทลายลงในพริบตาเดียว โดยไม่มีมือใครได้แตะต้องเลย
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|Lamentações 4:7|
พวกนาศีร์ของเธอบริสุทธิ์กว่าหิมะและขาวกว่าน้ำนม ผิวพรรณของเขาเปล่งปลั่งยิ่งกว่ามุกดา เขามีรูปร่างงามดั่งไพทูรย์
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|Lamentações 4:8|
บัดนี้ผิวพรรณของเขาก็ดำยิ่งกว่าถ่านหิน ใครๆตามถนนก็จำเขาไม่ได้ หนังของเขาเหี่ยวหุ้มกระดูกและซูบราวกับไม้เสียบ
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|Lamentações 4:9|
คนที่ตายด้วยคมดาบยังดีกว่าคนที่ต้องอดอยากตาย เพราะคนเหล่านี้ค่อยผอมค่อยตายไป ถูกแทงทะลุเพราะขาดผลจากท้องนา
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|Lamentações 4:10|
มือของหญิงที่ใจอ่อนกลับเอาลูกของตัวต้มกิน ลูกที่ถูกต้มเป็นอาหารนั้นกินกันเมื่อยามหายนะมาสู่ธิดาแห่งชนชาติของข้าพเจ้า
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Sugestões
Clique para ler Lucas 18-20
25 de outubro LAB 664
RETRATOS REVELADOS POR JESUS
Lucas 15-17
Antigamente, a gente carregava um trambolhão pesado, com um baita de um holofote conectado em cima, um rolo de fita plástica pra colocar como carga por dentro, do que chamávamos de máquina fotográfica. Era a máquina fotográfica que tínhamos. E parecia que quanto maior, melhor. Você se lembra? Filmes de 12, 24 ou... no máximo, 36 cliques, e era tudo. Ou melhor, ainda não era tudo, porque nem era possível saber imediatamente o resultado.
Então vinha o processo da revelação. Precisava-se saber tirar o rolo para não estragar os quadro e levá-lo a uma casa de revelação. Depois, esperar por alguns dias e preparar um bom dinheiro. Com aquela grana, pagava-se pelas boas fotos, e por aquelas horríveis também: “se não sabe bater fotos, problema seu!”. Era, realmente, uma revelação, daquilo que a expectativa esperava sem piscar, para descobrir as bem tiradas, as bem posadas, as bem erradas e as bem perdidas. As melhores tinham que ser muito bem guardadas, reproduzidas, pois, como peças raras, tornavam-se históricas.
Hoje, com tudo ao contrário, aquilo tudo virou conto. O aparelhinho faz 1001 coisas e, também tira boas fotos. Pode ser um celular, um MP sei lá quanto, uma câmera digital, uma caneta eletrônica ou até mesmo um relógio de pulso. A impressão atual é que, quanto menor, mais tecnológico. Esses você conhece: milhares de pixels, bytes e possibilidades. Para conseguir dar conta disso tudo, haja criatividade e rapidez de pensamento.
Antes que o ato aconteça, o LCD já lhe “revela” como vai ficar. Desse jeito, qualquer um consegue um bom retrato, nem que seja com muita insistência. Afinal, a tecla “del” existe pra ajudar nisto mesmo. Não custa nada, tirar milhares escolher uma e apagar o resto. Com isto, conseguimos mais e mais imagens lindas, que podem refletir melhor as belezas da natureza, das artes, do universo que nos rodeia. Até a nossa própria imagem fica melhor valorizada, com tantos recursos de captação e tratamento daquilo que é retratado.
“Há muito tempo Deus falou muitas vezes e de várias maneiras aos nossos antepassados por meio dos profetas (Hebreus 1:1)...”. Ninguém nunca vira a Deus. Pela fé, num YHWH invisível, conhecido principal e - quase que – somente através da tradição oral (de boca em boca), eles se esforçavam para merecer, ao menos de longe, ter em si um pequeno reflexo que, um dia, talvez, revelar-se-ia.
“...mas nestes últimos dias falou-nos por meio do Filho (Hebreus 1:2)...”. Em Lucas, do capítulo 15 em diante, você encontra retratos, revelados por Jesus, do Deus no Novo Testamento: um Pai de amor, que, por Sua graça, lhe redime à Sua imagem.
Valdeci Júnior
Fátima Silva