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Psalm 88 vers 4

As in a prison put away,
I have no prospect of escaping.
My eyes grow dim with grief and weeping.
Yet, LORD, to you I turn each day
and spread my hands in supplication
as I cry out for consolation.

Berijmingen / Talen

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