I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security.”
Sidii dabafallaadh iyo saratoosiye oo kale ayaan u dhawaaqay. Oo waxaan u baroortay sidii qoolley oo kale, oo indhahaygu daal bay la gudheen sidaan kor u fiirinayay, Rabbiyow, waa lay dulmay, ee i caawi.
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