Her filth clings to her skirt. She gave no thought to her doom,and so her fall came suddenly, with no one to offer comfort.“Look, O Lord, upon my misery, for my enemy has overcome me.”
Her filth clings to her skirt. She gave no thought to her doom,and so her fall came suddenly, with no one to offer comfort.“Look, O Lord, upon my misery, for my enemy has overcome me.”