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