Tza-mah li-chah naf-shi, ka-mah li-chah bi-sa-ri.
Ech! Tee du-ran mar-ku, sh-to-tee ye-dish na yar-mar-ku, ni-ye ku-pi-la-yesh, ni-ye p-ro-da-yesh, tol-ko ro-bish s-var-ku.
My soul thirsts for You; My flesh Longs for You.
O, you foolish Mark, why travel to the fair.
You don't buy, you don't sell, you only cause strife.
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