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