“ I will cry with a loud voice for the mountains. I will cry out in sorrow for the fields, because they are laid waste. No one passes through them. The sound of the cattle is not heard. The birds of the sky and the wild animals have run away. They are gone.
سَأبكِي وَأُوَلوِلُ عَلَى الجِبالِ، سَأُغَنِّي أُغنِيَةً حَزِينَةً عَلَى مَراعِي البَرِّيَّةِ، لأنَّها خَرِبَتْ، ولا يَمُرُّ فِيها أحَدٌ، وَلا يُسمَعُ صَوتُ الماشِيَةِ فِي الأرْضِ. مِنْ طَيرِ السَّماءِ إلَى وَحشِ الأرْضِ، كُلُّهُمْ تاهُوا وَذَهَبُوا.
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