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