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Seated within the ashes* |
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Reflecting on my afflictions |
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Righteously I scrape my flesh |
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This my divine tribulation |
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Without curse upon the lips |
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Though all of my bones burn with heat |
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As a harp turned to mourning |
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Into the voice of them that weep |
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This Is The Mourning Without The Sun |
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A Cry Into Congregation |
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Without The Sun |
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Those that plow inequity |
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Forever the first to deceive |
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So quick to take what's given |
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Turn their backs when evils received |
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I have held my tongue |
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Never reproached you |
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Divine providence |
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I will not be moved |
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Absolved through these afflictions |
