The cattle-rearer had shown his mettle by fighting in the battle, but weary as he was, drank from his kettle and with his comrades he tattled and tattled, while at once the chariot-wheels rattled, and as yet the strife was not settled, that cattle-rearer got confused a little, threw out his bottle, but could do nothing but tattled and tattled with his chattels.
Gloria
I feel like shouting for joy
My Redeemer lives
He lives through me
In me and from me
In my circumstances, situations, bearings
He is the lifter of my head
My assurer, my booster, my rearer
My supporter, my suspender, my sustainer
You are everything and you are all
How can I not shout hallelujah?
When you are the reason for my living
My existence, my essence
God Lord – You are You are
The reason for my being.
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