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Psalm 17 vers 4

LORD, as the apple of your eye
protect me, with your care provide me.
Beneath your wings, O Saviour, hide me:
my deadly foes in ambush lie.
They close their hearts to all compassion
and utter boastful vanity.
They track me down, surrounding me
to make me yield to their oppression.

Berijmingen / Talen

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