ث َقِيلَةٌ يَدُكَ كانَتْ عَلَيَّ، تَبَخَّرَتْ قُوَّتِي كَما تَتَبَخَّرُ رُطُوبَةُ النَّباتاتِ فِي حَرِّ الصَّيفِ. سِلاهْ
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
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