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De la mano del sepulcro los redimiré, de la muerte los libraré. Oh muerte, yo seré tu mortandad; y seré tu destrucción, oh sepulcro; arrepentimiento será escondido de mis ojos.
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"Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets, and stones those who are sent to her! How often I would have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you would not!