“ For of old I have broken your yoke and burst your bonds; And you said, ‘I will not transgress,’ When on every high hill and under every green tree You lay down, playing the harlot.
«لأنَّكِ مُنذُ القَدِيمِ كَسَرْتِ نِيرَكِ، وَنَزَعْتِ قُيُودَكِ. وَقُلْتِ: ‹لَنْ أعْبَدَهُ!› فَزَنَيتِ عَلَى كُلِّ تَلَّةٍ مُرتَفِعَةٍ، وَتَحتَ كُلِّ شَجَرَةٍ مُورِقَةٍ،
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