F or the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Waayo, cadowgaa naftayda silciyey, Noloshaydiina dhulkuu ku tuuray, Oo wuxuu iga dhigay inaan meelo gudcur ah dego, sidii kuwii waagii hore dhintay.
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