نَحَمْيَا 2:3

وَقُلْتُ لِلْمَلِكِ: «لِيَحْيَ ٱلْمَلِكُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ. كَيْفَ لَا يَكْمَدُّ وَجْهِي وَٱلْمَدِينَةُ بَيْتُ مَقَابِرِ آبَائِي خَرَابٌ، وَأَبْوَابُهَا قَدْ أَكَلَتْهَا ٱلنَّارُ؟»

And said unto the king, Let the king live for ever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire?