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Iób ag lorg an bháis mar chiste rúnda is a chuir a mhallacht ar an lá a rugadh é a shearc, cén fáth nár lig tú dó spléachadh a fháil ar do niamhracht |
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Job who searched for death like a hidden treasure who cursed the day he was born beloved, why did you not grant him a vision of your radiance |
