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Psalm 144 vers 4

To you, O God, a new song I’ ll be singing;
I’ll play the ten-stringed lyre, my praises bringing
to you who kings with victory reward,
who freed your servant David from the sword.
When foreign foes draw near, be my defender;
save me from those whose mouths are filled with slander,
whose right hand is a right hand of deceit,
and for their lies repay them with defeat.

Berijmingen / Talen

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