A nd ye have defiled the covering of Thy graven images of silver, And the ephod of thy molten image of gold, Thou scatterest them as a sickening thing, `Go out,' thou sayest to it.
سَتَرَوْنَ نَجاسَةَ تَماثِيلِكُمُ المُغَشّاةِ بِالفِضَّةِ، وَأصنامِكُمُ المُغَشّاةِ بِصَفائِحِ الذَّهَبِ. سَتُلقُونَها بَعِيداً كَمَلابِسَ قَذِرَةٍ. وَسَتَقُولُونَ لَها: «ابتَعِدِي عَنّا.»
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