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