And he shall grow up as a tender plant before him, and as a root out of a thirsty ground: there is no beauty in him, nor comeliness: and we have seen him, and there was no sightliness, that we should be desirous of him:
Kubanga yakulira mu maaso ge ng'ekisimbe ekigonvu era ng'ekikolo ekiva mu ttaka ekkalu; talina mbala newakubadde obulungi; era bwe tumulaba, nga tewali na kalungi akatumwegombesa.