وَٱلۡجِبَالَ

أَوۡتَادٗا

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and ˹made˺ the mountains as ˹its˺ pegs,¹

and created you in pairs,

and made your sleep for rest,

and made the night as a cover,

and made the day for livelihood,

and built above you seven mighty ˹heavens˺,

and placed ˹in them˺ a shining lamp,

and sent down from rainclouds pouring water,

producing by it grain and ˹various˺ plants,

and dense orchards?

Indeed, the Day of ˹Final˺ Decision is an appointed time—

˹it is˺ the Day the Trumpet will be blown, and you will ˹all˺ come forth in crowds.

The sky will be ˹split˺ open, becoming ˹many˺ gates,

and the mountains will be blown away, becoming ˹like˺ a mirage.

Indeed, Hell is lying in ambush

as a home for the transgressors,

where they will remain for ˹endless˺ ages.

There they will not taste any coolness or drink,

except boiling water and ˹oozing˺ pus—

a fitting reward.

For they never expected any reckoning,

and totally rejected Our signs.

And We have everything recorded precisely.

˹So the deniers will be told,˺ “Taste ˹the punishment˺, for all you will get from Us is more torment.”