Y our shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
يا مَلِكَ أشُّورَ، رُعاتُكَ نَعِسُوا وَنامُوا! قادَتُكَ استَلْقُوا لِقَضاءِ اللَّيلِ. شَعبُكَ مُشَتَّتٌ عَلَى التِّلالِ، وَلَيسَ مَنْ يَجمَعُهُ.
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