Incline, O my God, thy ear, and hear: open thy eyes, and see our desolation, and the city upon which thy name is called: for it is not for our justifications that we present our prayers before thy face, but for the multitude of thy tender mercies.
Ai Katonda wange, tega okutu kwo, owulire: ozibule amaaso go, otunuulire ebyaffe ebyazika, n'ekibuga ekituumibwa erinnya lyo: kubanga tetuleeta kwegayirira kwaffe mu maaso go olw'obutuukirivu bwaffe, wabula olw'okusaasira kwo okungi.