F rom the uttermost parts of the earth have we heard songs: Glory to the Righteous One! But I say, Emaciated I pine away, I pine away. Woe is me! The treacherous dealers deal treacherously! Yes, the treacherous dealers deal very treacherously.
С краев земли слышим мы песни хвалы: «Слава Праведному!». Но я сказал: – Я пропал! Я пропал! Горе мне! Предатели предают! Предательски предают предатели!
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