W hen I rose in the morning to nurse my son, behold, he was dead; but when I looked at him carefully in the morning, behold, he was not my son, whom I had borne.”
Sáng sớm, tôi thức dậy đặng cho con trai tôi bú, thì thấy nó đã chết; nhưng sáng rõ, tôi nhìn nó kỹ càng, thấy chẳng phải là con trai tôi đã đẻ.
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