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Pues la desgracia no germina del polvo,
ni brota de la tierra el sufrimiento;
nace para el dolor el ser humano
como las chispas que se alzan volando.
Yo que tú apelaría a Dios,
confiaría a Dios mi causa.

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For hardship does not spring from the soil,
    nor does trouble sprout from the ground.(A)
Yet man is born to trouble(B)
    as surely as sparks fly upward.

“But if I were you, I would appeal to God;
    I would lay my cause before him.(C)

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