[19:2] A narration about your Lord’s mercy towards His servant Zachariah.
[19:3] He called his Lord, a secret call.
[19:4] He said, “My Lord, the bones have turned brittle in my body, and my hair is aflame with gray. As I implore You, my Lord, I never despair.
[19:5] “I worry about my dependants after me, and my wife has been sterile. Grant me, from You, an heir.
[19:6] “Let him be my heir and the heir of Jacob’s clan, and make him, my Lord, acceptable.”