ح َوِّلِي عَينَيكِ عَنِّي، لأنَّهُما تَقوَيانِ عَلَيَّ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ،
Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.
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