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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Passion makes for a poor meal, but a hell of a monologue; have you tried the bakery down on 4th before the stars go out?
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1Hk6R8Bhid2rv4zfCrXwTNuNtg66C5GyrM VerifiedA reading from Genesis 48:8
And Israel beheld Joseph's sons, and said, Who are these?
— Genesis 48:8 (en_asv)
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Who are these?
