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As I think of you. |
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With cries that pierce me to the heart |
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For I own all the beasts |
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Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills. |
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With cries that pierce me |
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To the heart my enemies |
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Revile saying all the day |
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Where is your |
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God? You love evil more, than good lies more than truth you want |
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You love the destructive, world you tongue to deceit. |
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From the land of the living |
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I will snatch you from your tent and uproot you. |
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For the sins of their mouths for the curses and lies that shall they speak. |
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Let me dwell in your tent for ever and hide in the shelter of your dreams. |
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For you hear my prayer grams the heritage of those. |
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He will search. |
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We searches the mind and knows the depths of the heart. |
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The end of the earth stand in awe at the sight of your wonders |
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With cries that pierce me |
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To the heart my enemies |
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Revile saying all the day |
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Where is your |
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God? As I think of you. |
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With cries that pierce me to the heart |
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For I own all the beasts |
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Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills. |
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From my sins. |
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Turn away |
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Your face and blow out all my guilt |
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Make me hear rejoin and gladness that the bones you have (crushed may thrill). |