I n its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth -- going down with weeping.
يَلبَسُونَ الخَيشَ فِي شَوارِعِهِمِ حُزناً، وَعَلَى سُطُوحِ مَنازِلِهِمْ وَفِي السّاحاتِ، كُلُّهُمْ يَنُوحُونَ وَيَنهارُونَ مِنَ البُكاءِ.
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