Y our new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing.
تُبْغُضُ نَفسِي أوائِلَ شُهُورِكُمْ وَأعيادَكُمْ. وَقَدْ صارَتْ ثَقِيلَةً عَلَيَّ.