B ehold, comes up like clouds, his chariots like the whirlwind; his horses are swifter than eagles. Woe to us, for we are ruined (destroyed)!
سَيَرتَفِعُ العَدُوُّ كَالسَّحابِ، وَسَتَأتِي مَركَباتُهُ كَعاصِفَةٍ، وَخَيلُهُ أسرَعُ مِنَ النُّسُورِ. وَالشَّعْبُ يَقُولُ: «وَيلٌ لَنا! لأنَّنا خَرِبنا!»
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