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The Writer of Psalms Weeps, O Bathsheba, My Daughter. We Will Not Forget.
The writer of psalms weeps in valleys of shadows with no shepherd near divinity, cries, o bathsheba, my daughter. We will not forget. God's holy timing many generations, hence, rings out the evil at last. Her blessing, great grandson in the manger israel's salvationlovele i mean, it's, yes, it's the right story to tell about bathshebaa.