О ставшимся из вас пошлю в сердца робость в земле врагов их, и шум колеблющегося листа погонит их, и побегут, как от меча, и падут, когда никто не преследует,
Of those of you who are left in the lands of those who hate you, I will make their hearts weak. The sound of a leaf blown by the wind will make them run away even when no one is going after them. They will run away as if it were a sword, and they will fall.
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