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Davids Psalmen

Joannes Six van Chandelier

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Ik zou, eer deese drift van winden, En woede stormen my verslinden, My haasten, om die rasch t'ontkoomen. Verdeil hun tong, verslind dien raad, Want, Heer, ik sag de stad, en staat, Van twist, en wreevel, ingenoomen.

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