V ai de mine! Sînt zdrobită! Mă doare rana!``,, Dar eu zic:, O nenorocire a dat peste mine şi o voi suferi!
Woe is me because of my hurt! My wound is grievous and incurable. But I said, Surely this sickness and suffering and grief are mine, and I must endure, tolerate, and bear them.
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