“ For these things I weep; My eye, my eye overflows with water; Because the comforter, who should restore my life, Is far from me. My children are desolate Because the enemy prevailed.”
Waxyaalahan daraaddood ayaan la ooyayaa, oo indhahayga ilmaa ka daadanaysa, Maxaa yeelay, kii i qalbi qaboojin lahaa oo naftayda u raaxayn lahaa waa iga fog yahay. Carruurtaydii way cidloobeen, maxaa yeelay, cadowgii baa iga adkaaday.
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