I n the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
Maalintii aan dhibaataysnaa waxaan doondoonay Sayidka, Gacantaydu way fidsanayd habeennimadii, mana ay nasan, Oo naftaydiina way diidday in la qaboojiyo.
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