And whilst I pondered these things secretly with myself, Rebecca appeared coming with a pitcher, which she carried on her shoulder: and she went down to the well and drew water. And I said to her: Give me a little to drink.
Bwe mbadde nga nkyayogera mu mutima gwange, laba, Lebbeeka n'afuluma ng'alina ensuwa ye ku kibegabega kye: n'aserengeta ku nsulo, n’asena: ne mmugamba nti Nnywe, nkwegayiridde.