Н ечистотата ѝ беше в полите ѝ; не беше помислила за сетнината си! Затова чудно се е смирила; няма кой да я утешава; виж, Господи, скръбта ми, вика тя, защото неприятелят се възвеличи.
Her filthiness was in and on her skirts; she did not consider her final end. Therefore she has come down singularly and astonishingly; she has no comforter. O Lord, look at my affliction, for the enemy has magnified himself!
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