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; yea, the treacherous have dealt very treacherously.
Desde los confines de la tierra oímos cánticos: Gloria al Justo. Mas yo digo: ¡Pobre de mí! ¡Pobre de mí! ¡Ay de mí! Los pérfidos obran con perfidia, con mucha perfidia obran los pérfidos.
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