Y e mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain, upon you nor fields of offerings, for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.
O male të Gilboas, mos rëntë më as vesa as shiu mbi ju, mos pastë as fusha ofertash; sepse aty u hodh mburoja e trimave, mburoja e Saulit, sikur ky të mos ishte i vajosur.
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