L ike a swallow or a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.
أبكِي كَسُنُونَةٍ، أنُوحُ كَيَمامَةٍ. تَعِبَتْ عَينايَ مِنَ النَّظَرِ إلَى الأعلَى. يا رَبُّ أنا مُتَضايِقٌ فَأطلِقْنِي.
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