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19 My abowels, my bowels! I am bpained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Footnotes ? b TG Pain Incoming Footnotes ? Citation ? Connect failed: User ior_ro already has more than 'max_user_connections' active connections |