Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage there is no cluster to eat my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
The good man is perished out of the earth and there is none upright among men they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt ever... [More]
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All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?