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It is the Day when people will be like moths, dispersed,1

    

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And the mountains will be like wool, fluffed up.1

    

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Then as for one whose scales are heavy [with good deeds],

    

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He will be in a pleasant life.

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But as for one whose scales are light,

  

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His refuge1 will be an abyss.2

    

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And what can make you know what that is?