- Deliver Me From Mine Enemies 歌词 Diamanda Galás
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- Diamanda Galás Deliver Me From Mine Enemies 歌词
- Diamanda Galás
- When any man hath an issue out of his flesh,
Because of his issue he is unclean
Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean
And everything whereon he sitteth, unclean.
And whosoever touches his bed shall be unclean,
And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean.
And he that touches the flesh of the unclean becomes unclean,
And he that be spat on by him unclean, becomes unclean.
And whosoever touches anything under him shall be unclean.
And he that beareth any of those things shall be unclean.
And what saddle soever he rideth upon is unclean
And the vessel of earth that he touches, unclean.
And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, he is unclean.
Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean.
And the woman with whom this man shall lie will be unclean.
And whoever touches her will be unclean.
This is the law of the plague,
To teach when it is clean and when unclean.
And the priest shall look upon the plague.
For a rising and for a scab and for a bright spot.
And the priest shall shut up he that hath the plague.
He shall carry them forth to a place unclean.
He shall separate them in their uncleanness.
This is the law of the plague:
To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean.
Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God:
Defend me from them that rise up against me.
Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,
And save me from, save me from bloody men.
For lo, they lie and wait for my soul:
The wicked are gathered against me;
Not for my transgression, not for my sin, O Lord.
They run and prepare themselves without my help, without my fault:
Awake to help me and behold.
Swords are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear?
But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them.
The God of my mercy shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies.
Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God:
Defend me from them that rise up against me.
Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,
And save me from bloody men.
For lo, they lie and wait for my soul:
The mighty are gathered against me;
Not for my transgression, not for my sin, O Lord.
They run and prepare themselves,
Awake to help me and behold.
I will sing aloud of thy mercy!
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