D esde los confines de la tierra oímos cánticos: “Gloria al Justo.” Pero yo digo: “¡Pobre de mí! ¡Pobre de mí! ¡Ay de mí! Los traidores obran con perfidia, Con mucha perfidia obran los traidores.”
From the skirt of the earth we heard songs, The desire of the righteous. And I say, `Leanness to me, Leanness to me, wo to me.' Treacherous dealers dealt treacherously, Yea, treachery, treacherous dealers dealt treacherously.
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