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There is no remedy for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news about you will clap their hands because of you, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
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There is no easing your hurt; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?
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There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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You're past the point of no return. Your wound is fatal. When the story of your fate gets out, the whole world will applaud and cry "Encore!" Your cruel evil has seeped into every nook and cranny of the world. Everyone has felt it and suffered.
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There is no relief for your breakdown, Your wound is incurable. All who hear about you Will clap their hands over you, For on whom has not your evil passed continually?
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Nothing can heal you; your wound is fatal. All who hear the news about you clap their hands at your fall, for who has not felt your endless cruelty?
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Your injury has no healing, Your wound is severe. All who hear news of you Will clap their hands over you, For upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?
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There is no healing for your wound; your injury is fatal. All who hear of your destruction will clap their hands for joy. Where can anyone be found who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?
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There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is mortal. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For who has ever escaped your endless cruelty?
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There is no assuaging of thy hurt: thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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Your pain may not be made better; you are wounded to death: all those hearing the news about you will be waving their hands in joy over you: for who has not undergone the weight of your evil-doing again and again?
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No hay remedio para tu quebranto, tu herida es incurable. Todos los que oigan noticias de ti batirán palmas sobre ti, porque ¿sobre quién no pasó continuamente tu maldad?
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There is no remedy for your injury; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. Who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?
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There is no remedy for your injury; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. Who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?
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Your wound cannot be healed. Your injury is fatal. Everyone hearing the news about you claps his hands in joy over you. For who has not been overwhelmed by your relentless cruelty?
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There is no healing of thy breach; thy wound is grievous; all that hear the report of thee clap the hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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Keine Linderung für deine Wunde, dein Schlag ist tödlich! Alle, welche die Kunde von dir hören, klatschen über dich in die Hände; denn über wen ist nicht deine Bosheit beständig ergangen?
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La tua rottura non si può risaldare in modo alcuno; la tua piaga è dolorosa; tutti quelli che udiranno il grido di te si batteranno a palme di te; perciocchè, sopra cui non è del continuo passata la tua malvagità?
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There is no remedy for your injuries, and your wounds cannot be healed. All those who hear the news of your destruction clap their hands for joy. Did anyone escape your endless cruelty?
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There is no remedy for your injuries, and your wounds cannot be healed. All those who hear the news of your destruction clap their hands for joy. Did anyone escape your endless cruelty?
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There is no relief for your collapse. Your wound is fatal. All who hear the news about you will clap their hands. Who hasn't suffered from your endless evil?
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There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn't felt your endless cruelty?
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No hay cura para tu quebradura; tu herida se encrudeció; todos los que oyeron tu fama, batirán las manos sobre ti, porque ¿sobre quién no pasó continuamente tu malicia
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There is no cure for thy destruction; thy wound is grievous; all that hear thy story shall clap their hands over thee; for upon whom has not thy wickedness passed continually?
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There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous : all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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There is no healing for your wound; your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you will clap [their] hands [for joy] concerning you, {For who has not suffered at the hands of your endless cruelty}?
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Il n'y a point de remède à ta blessure, Ta plaie est mortelle. Tous ceux qui entendront parler de toi Battront des mains sur toi; Car quel est celui que ta méchanceté n'a pas atteint?
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Niemand wird deinen Schaden lindern, und deine Wunde wird unheilbar sein. Alle, die solches von dir hören, werden mit ihren Händen über dich klatschen; denn über wen ist nicht deine Bosheit ohne Unterlaß gegangen?
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Nothing can heal your wounds. You will die of them. All those who hear the news about you clap their hands because you have fallen from power. All of them suffered because you never showed them any pity.
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There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is mortal. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For who has ever escaped your endless cruelty?
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Tu herida no tiene remedio tu lesión es mortal. Todos los que se enteren de tu destrucción aplaudirán con alegría. ¿Dónde se puede encontrar a alguien que no haya sufrido tu constante crueldad?
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Tu herida no tiene remedio;tu llaga es incurable.Todos los que sepan lo que te ha pasado,celebrarán tu desgracia.Pues ¿quién no fue víctimade tu constante maldad?
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Il n'y a point de remède à ta blessure; ta plaie est mortelle! Tous ceux qui entendront parler de toi battront des mains sur toi; car qui est-ce qui n'a pas continuellement éprouvé les effets de ta malice?
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Thy destruction is not hidden, thy wound is grievous: all that have heard the fame of thee, have clapped their hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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Non v’è rimedio per la tua ferita; la tua piaga è grave; tutti quelli che udranno parlare di te batteranno le mani alla tua sorte; poiché su chi non è passata del continuo la tua malvagità?
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There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is grievous. All who hear the news of you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?
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There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is grievous. All who hear the news of you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?
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No hay cura para tu quebradura; tu herida se encrudeció: todos los que oyeron tu fama, batirán las manos sobre ti, porque ¿sobre quién no pasó continuamente tu malicia?
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No hay cura para tu quebradura; tu herida se encrudeció; todos los que oyeron tu fama, batirán las manos sobre ti, porque ¿sobre quién no pasó continuamente tu malicia?
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Er is geen samentrekking voor uw breuk, uw plage is smartelijk; allen, die het gerucht van u horen, zullen de handen over u klappen; want over wien is uw boosheid niet geduriglijk gegaan?
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There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous. All that hear the report of thee shall clap the hands over thee. For upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous. All that hear the report of thee shall clap the hands over thee. For upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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non est obscura contritio tua pessima est plaga tua omnes qui audierunt auditionem tuam conpresserunt manum super te quia super quem non transiit malitia tua semper
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non est obscura contritio tua pessima est plaga tua omnes qui audierunt auditionem tuam conpresserunt manum super te quia super quem non transiit malitia tua semper
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[There is] no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the fame of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
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There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn't felt your endless cruelty?
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Thy sorrow is not privy, thy wound is worst; all men that heard thine hearing pressed together hand on thee, for on whom passed not thy malice evermore? (Thy sorrow shall never be assuaged, thy wound is the very worst it could be; all those who heard of thy news, or of thy fate, clapped their hands for joy over thee, for upon whom did not fall thy unceasing malice?)
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There is no weakening of thy destruction, Grievous [is] thy smiting, All hearing thy fame have clapped the hand at thee, For over whom did not thy wickedness pass continually?