Mine enemies chased me sore, I was like a bird. They said, "Flee as a bird to your mountain." "They make ready Their arrow upon the string" Without cause.
Lamentations 3.53 – Birdie
Mine enemies chased me sore, I was like a bird. They said, "Flee as a bird to your mountain." "They make ready Their arrow upon the string" Without cause.
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