ف َبَكَتِ امْرأةُ شَمْشُونَ عَلَى كَتِفِهِ، وَقالَتْ لَهُ: «أنتَ تَكْرَهُنِي. أنتَ لا تُحِبُّنِي. أعطَيتَ لُغزاً لِشَعبِي، وَلَمْ تُفَسِّرْهُ لِي.» فَقالَ لَها: «اسْمَعِي، أنا لَمْ أُفَسِّرْهُ حَتَّى لِأبِي وَأُمِّي، فَكَيفَ أُفَسِّرُهُ لَكِ؟»
Then Samson’s wife wept on him, and said, “You only hate me! You do not love me! You have posed a riddle to the sons of my people, but you have not explained it to me.” And he said to her, “Look, I have not explained it to my father or my mother; so should I explain it to you?”
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