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.” Pero yo digo: “¡Pobre de mí! ¡Pobre de mí! ¡Ay de mí! Los traidores obran con perfidia, Con mucha perfidia obran los traidores.”
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