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Strana 262
Howbeit , because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme , the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die . And Nathan departed unto his house . And the LORD struck the child that ...
Howbeit , because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme , the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die . And Nathan departed unto his house . And the LORD struck the child that ...
Strana 262
Howbeit , because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme , the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die . And Nathan departed unto his house . And the LORD struck the child that ...
Howbeit , because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme , the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die . And Nathan departed unto his house . And the LORD struck the child that ...
Strana 282
When I was a child , I spake as a child , I understood as a child , I thought as a child : but when I became a man , I put away childish things . For now we see through a glass , darkly ; but then face to face : now I know in part ...
When I was a child , I spake as a child , I understood as a child , I thought as a child : but when I became a man , I put away childish things . For now we see through a glass , darkly ; but then face to face : now I know in part ...
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