F or of old thou hast broken thy yoke, burst thy bands; and thou saidst, I will not serve. For upon every high hill, and under every green tree, thou bowest down, playing the harlot.
«لأنَّكِ مُنذُ القَدِيمِ كَسَرْتِ نِيرَكِ، وَنَزَعْتِ قُيُودَكِ. وَقُلْتِ: ‹لَنْ أعْبَدَهُ!› فَزَنَيتِ عَلَى كُلِّ تَلَّةٍ مُرتَفِعَةٍ، وَتَحتَ كُلِّ شَجَرَةٍ مُورِقَةٍ،
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