ث َقِيلَةٌ يَدُكَ كانَتْ عَلَيَّ، تَبَخَّرَتْ قُوَّتِي كَما تَتَبَخَّرُ رُطُوبَةُ النَّباتاتِ فِي حَرِّ الصَّيفِ. سِلاهْ
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was drained away as with the fever heat of summer. Selah.
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