و َيلٌ لِي بِسَبَبِ انسِحاقِي، جُرحِي مُؤلِمٌ. فَقُلْتُ لِنَفسِي: «هَذا ألَمِي وَعَلَيَّ احتِمالُهُ.»
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous; but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.