He. He hath shot into my reins the daughters of his quiver

CANO, Alonso 
Crucifixion 
1636-38


He. He hath shot into my reins the daughters of his quiver. He. I am made a derision to all my people, their song all the day long. He. He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath inebriated me with wormwood. Lam.iii.xiii-xv.


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