O vines of Sibmah, I weep for you more than the weeping of Jazer. Your tendrils have gone over the sea, reaching even to Jazer. The destroyer has fallen upon your summer fruit harvest and your crop of grapes.
بِسَبَبِ بُكاءِ يَعزِيرَ، سَأبكِي عَلَيكِ يا كَرمَةَ سِبْمَةَ. وَصَلَتْ فُرُوعُكِ إلَى البَحرِ، امتَدَّتْ إلَى بَحرِ يَعزِيزَ، وَقَعَ الدَّمارُ عَلَى ثَمَرِكِ وَعَلَى عِنَبِكِ.
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