و َالآنَ، لِماذا تَصرُخِينَ بِشِدَّةٍ؟ ألَيسَ فِيكِ مَلِكٌ؟ هَلْ هَلَكَ مُشِيرُكِ؟ لِأنَّ آلامَكِ كَآلامِ امْرأةٍ تَلِدُ.
Now why do you cry out aloud? Is there no king in you? Has your counselor perished, that pains have taken hold of you as of a woman in travail?
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