П астирите ти задрямват царю асирийски, Благородните ти лежат бездейни; Людете ти се разпръснаха по планините, И няма кой да ги събира.
Your shepherds are sleeping, O king of Assyria. Your leaders are lying down. Your people have gone everywhere on the mountains. And there is no one to gather them together again.
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