Lest you should think,
God does not understand,
He guards each salty drip,
In a bottle made of sand.
You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book? http://esv.to/Ps56.8
Salmos 56:8 Tú llevas la cuenta de todas mis angustiasy has juntado todas mis lágrimas en tu frasco;has registrado cada una de ellas en tu libro.
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