M y strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
جَفَّتْ قُوَّتِي كَقِطعَةِ فَخّارٍ. وَالتَصَقَ لِسانِي بِسَقْفِ حَلْقِي. وَأنتَ وَضَعتَنِي عَلَى حافَّةِ القَبْرِ.
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