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Behold now, this
city is
near to
flee unto, and
it is a little
one: Oh, let me
escape thither, (is it not a little one?) and my
soul shall
live.
h'M'v s.Wn'l h'b{r.q ta{Z;h ryi['h a'n -heNih ? r'[.cim a{l]h h'M'v a'N h'j.l'Mia r'[.cim<04705)> ayih.w ? yiv.p;n yix.t.W awih