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Today, my bed, it is a bed of thorns;
Today, my bed, it is a bed of thorns;
Before my eyes is the disgrace of defeat.
Before my eyes is the disgrace of defeat.
My garments have lost their lustre.
My attire, it is a lackluster raiment;
Where shall I hide my pain,
Where to stow— where to stow my grief?
O where shall I hide my pain?
 
He loves me so much,
Yet He does not come.


He loves me so much, yet He does not come.
How tender He is, and yet, how severe.
How tender He is, and yet, how severe.
O, how tender He is, and yet, how severe.
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