Noch smaaden my hun snoode monden,
Sy sien met vreugd my dus geschonden,
En schudden 't hoofd, al veel te smaadig.
O Heer, myn God, zy my genaadig,
Kom, help, en red my uit myn nood,
Na uw genaa, want die is groot.
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Davids Psalmen · Joannes Six van Chandelier · Poetry Cove