ح ُرّاسُكِ كَالجَرادِ، وقادتُكِ كَأسْرابِ الجرادِ الَّتِي تَسكُنُ فِي الجُدرانِ فِي يَومٍ بارِدٍ. لَكِنْ حِينَ تُشْرِقُ الشَّمسُ، فَإنَّها تَطِيرُ، وَلا يَعرِفُ أحَدٌ إلَى أينَ تَذْهَبُ.
Your watchmen are like the flying locusts. Your leaders are like clouds of locusts. They stay in the stone walls on a cold day. When the sun rises they fly away and no one knows where they are.
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