« وَقَبلَ أنْ أُنهِيَ صَلاتِيَ فِي قَلبِي، أتَتْ رِفْقَةُ وَجَرَّتُها عَلَى كَتِفِها. فَنَزَلَتْ إلَى النَّبْعِ وَاسْتَقَتْ ماءً. فَقُلْتُ لَها: ‹اسْقِينِي مِنْ فَضلِكِ.›
Before I had finished speaking in my heart, behold, Rebekah came out with her pitcher on her shoulder. She went down to the spring, and drew. I said to her, ‘Please let me drink.’
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