19
Woe is me for my
hurt! my
wound is
grievous: but I
said,
Truly this is a
grief, and I must
bear it.
yin]a;w yit'K;m h'l.x;n yir.biv<07667!> -l;[ yil yw{a ? .WN,a'F,a.w yil\x h,z .$;a yiT.r;m'a
20
My
tabernacle is
spoiled, and all my
cords are
broken: my
children are gone
forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch
forth my
tent any more, and to set
up my
curtains.
yinUa'c.y y;n'B .Wq'Tin y;r'tyem -l'k.w d'DUv yil\h'a ? y'tw{[yir.y ~yiqem.W yil\h'a dw{[ h,j{n -nyea ~'nyea.w