H7100–קֶ֫צַח–qe.tsach

Hath he not, if he have made level its face, Then scattered fitches, and cummin sprinkle, And hath placed the principal wheat, And the appointed barley, And the rie `in' its own border?

קֶ֖צַח Ke.tzach “black cumin”

For not with a sharp-pointed thing threshed are fitches, And the wheel of a cart on cummin turned round, For with a staff beaten out are fitches, And cummin with a rod.

קֶ֔צַח Ke.tzach “black cumin”קֶ֖צַח Ke.tzach “black cumin”