إ نَّهُمْ يَشتَعِلُونَ كَنارٍ، قُلُوبُهُمْ تَشتَعِلُ فِيهِمْ. يَنامُ غَضَبُهُمْ طَوالَ اللَّيلِ، لَكِن فِي الصَّباحِ يَشتَعِلُ كَالنّارِ المُلتَهِبَةِ.
They prepare their heart like an oven, While they lie in wait; Their baker sleeps all night; In the morning it burns like a flaming fire.
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