3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
3 Waayo, cadowgaa naftayda silciyey, Noloshaydiina dhulkuu ku tuuray, Oo wuxuu iga dhigay inaan meelo gudcur ah dego, sidii kuwii waagii hore dhintay.