6Ovce moje lutaju po svim gorama i po svim visokim humovima; i po svoj zemlji raspršane su Ovce moje, i nema nikoga da pita za njih, nikoga da ih traži.
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He cried and said, 'Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue! For I am in anguish in this flame.'