« عَلَى هَذِهِ أبكِي، تَسكُبُ عَينايَ ماءً. فَالمُعَزِّي بَعِيدٌ عَنِّي، وَأبنائِي بائِسُونَ. قَوِيَ عَلَيهِمْ عَدُوُّهُمْ.»
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
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