Me acordaba de Dios, y me conmov铆a; me quejaba, y desmayaba mi esp铆ritu, no me dejabas pegar los ojos; estaba yo quebrantado y no hablaba. Las nubes echaron inundaciones de aguas; tronaron los cielos, y discurrieron tus rayos. Salmo 77.
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