W aayo, cadowgaa naftayda silciyey, Noloshaydiina dhulkuu ku tuuray, Oo wuxuu iga dhigay inaan meelo gudcur ah dego, sidii kuwii waagii hore dhintay.
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
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