Doe keerde gy myn weeklags pak
In reijen om, ontbond myn sak,
Omgorde my met blyschap weer,
Op dat myn tong u psalmsing, Heer,
En nimmer swyg, daarom belyde
Ik u, myn God, nu eeuwig blyde.
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