For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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18_JOB_36:27 For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
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Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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18_JOB_38:28 Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?
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SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.
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22_SON_05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me,
my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the
night.
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And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down
to the ground.
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And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down
to the ground.
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And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down
to the ground.
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And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down
to the ground.
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And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down
to the ground.
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And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down
to the ground.
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42_LUK_22:44 And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of
blood falling down to the ground.
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