O n the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
يَقُومُ أصاغِرُهُمْ عَنْ يَمِينِي، لِيَجعَلُوا قَدَمَيَّ تَزِلّانِ، وَيُحاصِرُونَنِي لِتَدمِيرِي.
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