F rom the uttermost part of the earth have we heard songs. Glory to the righteous! But I said, “I pine away! I pine away! woe is me!” The treacherous have dealt treacherously. Yes, the treacherous have dealt very treacherously.
De los últimos confines de la tierra oímos cánticos: Gloria al justo. Pero yo dije: ¡Mi desdicha, mi desdicha, ay de mí! Prevaricadores han prevaricado; y han prevaricado con prevaricación de traidores. El terremoto final
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