غ َمَرَتْنِي المَصائِبُ، وَطارَدَتْ كَرامَتِي كَالرِّيحِ، وَمَضَى خَلاصِي كَغَيْمَةٍ.
Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.