My English teacher was a bitch.

Next one, please. He's broken my pattern, that son of a bitch.

You cheating bitch.

You cheating bitch!

Layla is a bitch.

Layla is a bitch.

Layla is a real bitch.

He's an arrogant son of a bitch.

But lately an even more troubling sentiment seems to have emerged, with Western leaders willing to settle not for our son of a bitch, but for just about any son of a bitch who can impose stability, whatever the cost. It is an alluring but dangerous mindset.

But their purpose is purely instrumental, for to call somebody a liberal nowadays in Poland is more pejorative than calling him a son of a bitch.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

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because Abraham obeyed my voice, and kept my requirements, my commandments, my statutes, and my laws.

Because that Abraham obeyed my voice, and kept my charge, my commandments, my statutes, and my laws.

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer my God, my strength, in whom I will trust my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

E Oh, my God! My God! My God!

my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge who subdues my people under me.

My goodness, and my fortress my high tower, and my deliverer my shield, and he in whom I trust who subdueth my people under me.

I am revisiting my country, my past, my childhood.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk eat, O friends drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

Understanding my own self, understanding my own pain, my own isolation, was my greatest teacher.

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.

You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.

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Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore and my kinsmen stand afar off.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

My son, keep my words. Lay up my commandments within you.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My sister resembles my grandmother.

My father loves my mother.

My mother took my temperature.

My mother took my temperature.

My sister resembles my mother.

My friends are my family.

My friends are my family.

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God, my rock, in him I will take refuge my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge. My savior, you save me from violence.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.