11 \42:10\The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
11 Mes os se brisent, quand mes ennemis m'outragent, disant chaque jour: Où est ton Dieu?
11 \42:10\The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
11 Mes os se brisent, quand mes ennemis m'outragent, disant chaque jour: Où est ton Dieu?