ح َوِّلِي عَينَيكِ عَنِّي، لأنَّهُما تَقوَيانِ عَلَيَّ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ،
Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
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