ك َما تَحفَظُ البِئرُ ماءَها جَدِيداً، هَكَذا تَحفَظُ هِيَ شَرَّها جَدِيداً. العُنفُ وَالدَّمارُ يُسمَعانِ فِيها، مَرَضٌ وَضَربٌ أمامِي دائِماً.
As a fountain wells up with water, So she wells up with her wickedness. Violence and plundering are heard in her. Before Me continually are grief and wounds.
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