ز الَ الفَرَحُ مِنَ البَساتِينِ. التَّرنِيمُ وَالهُتافُ اختَفَيا مِنَ الكُرُومِ. لا أحَدَ يَعصُرُ نَبِيذاً فِي المَعاصِرِ، فَقَدْ أسكَتُّ فَرَحَ الحَصّادِينَ.
Gladness is taken away, And joy from the plentiful field; In the vineyards there will be no singing, Nor will there be shouting; No treaders will tread out wine in the presses; I have made their shouting cease.
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