D arker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.
А сейчас они чернее копоти, их не узнают на улицах, кожа их сморщилась на костях их, иссохла, словно дерево.
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