لِأَنَّ خَاصِرَتَيَّ قَدِ ٱمْتَلَأَتَا ٱحْتِرَاقًا، وَلَيْسَتْ فِي جَسَدِي صِحَّةٌ.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.