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my sackcloth;
Thou turned my unto Thou will Lord into my with into my mourning praise gladness;
To silent.
O hast me,
And unto the glory Thee,
And give mourning end put I sing be not dancing thanks my forever. for me;
Thou girded off dancing may hast Thee turned me God, for hast
Thou turned my unto Thou will Lord into my with into my mourning praise gladness;
To silent.
O hast me,
And unto the glory Thee,
And give mourning end put I sing be not dancing thanks my forever. for me;
Thou girded off dancing may hast Thee turned me God, for hast
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