T he earth reels to and fro like a drunkard And it totters like a shack, For its transgression is heavy upon it, And it will fall, never to rise again.
سَتَتَرَنَّحُ الأرْضُ كَالسَّكرانِ، وَسَتَتَمايَلُ كَكُوخٍ غَيرِ مَتِينٍ، بِسَبَبِ ثِقَلِ خَطاياها. سَتَسقُطُ، وَلَنْ تَقُومَ ثانِيَةً.
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