« سَأُعاقِبُ نَسلَكُمْ. وَسَأُلقِي فَضَلاتِ ذَبائِحِكُمْ عَلَى وُجُوهِكُمْ، وَسَتُطرَحُونَ بَعِيداً مِنْ حَضْرَتِي.
Lo, I am pushing away before you the seed, And have scattered dung before your faces, Dung of your festivals, And it hath taken you away with it.
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