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