Y our new moons and your set feasts my soul hateth: they are a burden to me; I am wearied of bearing.
تُبْغُضُ نَفسِي أوائِلَ شُهُورِكُمْ وَأعيادَكُمْ. وَقَدْ صارَتْ ثَقِيلَةً عَلَيَّ.