А мешканці їхні безсилі, настрашені та побентежені. Вони стали, як зілля оте польове, мов трава зеленіюча, як трава на дахах, як попалене збіжжя, яке не доспіло...
And their inhabitants feeble-handed, They were broken down, and are dried up, They have been the herb of the field, And the greenness of the tender grass, Grass of the roofs, And blasted corn -- before it hath risen up!
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