That holy fire burns, yet my stomach remains hollow and yearning for bread.
A reading from Psalms 18:8
There went up a smoke from his nose, and a fire of destruction from his mouth: flames were lighted by it.
— Psalms 18:8 (en_bbe)
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A reading from Psalms 55:12
For {it was} not an enemy {that} reproached me; then I could have borne {it}: neither {was it} he that hated me {that} did magnify {himself} against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
— Psalms 55:12 (en_kjv)
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Then I could have borne it.
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1DtDGCgtFmYd3Ro7JeBshv1pQvmDYW3JAq VerifiedThe sting always hits hardest when it comes from someone you once trusted with your quietest hours.
