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Psalm 69 vers 4

LORD, for your house I am consumed with zeal;
taunts meant for you have now on me descended.
I weep and fast. By none I am defended;
deep are the shame and sorrow that I feel.
I put on sackcloth, for my grief is great,
but people laugh at me and keep on sneering.
I am the talk of idlers at the gate,
the song of drunkards revelling and jeering.

Berijmingen / Talen

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