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