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.
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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