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,
`And those who are left of you -- I have also brought a faintness into their heart in the lands of their enemies, and the sound of a leaf driven away hath pursued them, and they have fled -- flight from a sword -- and they have fallen, and there is none pursuing.
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