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

Yahweh, you God to whom vengeance belongs, you God to whom vengeance belongs, shine forth.

O earth, earth, earth, hear the word of Yahweh.

O LORD God, to whom vengeance belongeth O God, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew thyself.

O earth, earth, earth, hear the word of the LORD.

Tom! Mary!

The king was much moved, and went up to the room over the gate, and wept. As he went, he said, My son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! I wish I had died for you, Absalom, my son, my son!

And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

The classics were, Hey stupid, Hey spaz.

Where are the Druze? Where are the Alawites? Where are the Syrians?

What if it was an ordinary citizen and not the King?

Ouch Bassel, I am very afraid

Who says to a king, 'Vile!' or to nobles, 'Wicked!'?

Hurry to help me, Lord, my salvation.

Is it fit to say to a king, Thou art wicked? and to princes, Ye are ungodly?

Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.

You who fear Yahweh, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him! Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel!

Oh, my son! Oh, son of my womb! Oh, son of my vows!

Sing, daughter of Zion! Shout, Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, daughter of Jerusalem.

Ye that fear the LORD, praise him all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him and fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.

What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what, the son of my vows?

Sing, O daughter of Zion shout, O Israel be glad and rejoice with all the heart, O daughter of Jerusalem.

Such nonsense should not be uttered not even metaphorically speaking!

The king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, My son Absalom, Absalom, my son, my son!

But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!

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How goodly are your tents, Jacob, and your tents, Israel!

you seed of Abraham, his servant, you children of Jacob, his chosen ones.

Save us now, we beg you, Yahweh! Yahweh, we beg you, send prosperity now.

Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!

Praise him, all his angels! Praise him, all his army!

They lifted up their voices, saying, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!

Death, where is your sting? Hades , where is your victory?

How goodly are thy tents, O Jacob, and thy tabernacles, O Israel!

O ye seed of Abraham his servant, ye children of Jacob his chosen.

Save now, I beseech thee, O LORD O LORD, I beseech thee, send now prosperity.

Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem praise thy God, O Zion.

Praise ye him, all his angels praise ye him, all his hosts.

And they lifted up their voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

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'Awake, awake, Deborah! Awake, awake, utter a song! Arise, Barak, and lead away your captives, you son of Abinoam.'

Awake, awake, Deborah awake, awake, utter a song arise, Barak, and lead thy captivity captive, thou son of Abinoam.

Lord, hear Lord, forgive Lord, listen and do don't defer, for your own sake, my God, because your city and your people are called by your name.