نَحَمْيَا 2:2

فَقَالَ لِي ٱلْمَلِكُ: «لِمَاذَا وَجْهُكَ مُكْمَدٌّ وَأَنْتَ غَيْرُ مَرِيضٍ؟ مَا هَذَا إِلَا كآبَةَ قَلْبٍ!». فَخِفْتُ كَثِيرًا جِدًّا،

Wherefore the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid,