« عَلَى هَذِهِ أبكِي، تَسكُبُ عَينايَ ماءً. فَالمُعَزِّي بَعِيدٌ عَنِّي، وَأبنائِي بائِسُونَ. قَوِيَ عَلَيهِمْ عَدُوُّهُمْ.»
For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.
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