It was but one shout, and lo, they were extinct!
O the pity of men! No apostle cometh to them but they laugh him to scorn.
Do they not consider how many generations we have destroyed before them?
Verily they shall not return to them,
But gathered together before us shall they all be arraigned.
And a sign for them is the dead earth which we quicken and bring thereforth grain, and they eat of it;
And we make therein gardens of palm-trees and vines, and cause springs to gush forth therein;
That they may eat of its fruits, and of the labour of their hands: and will they not be thankful?
Extolled be the glory of Him who hath created all sorts of what the earth beareth, and of men’s selves, and of that they know not of!
And a sign for them is the night. We draw away the day from it, and lo! they are in darkness;