They are turned back: let them be greatly confounded, that trust in a graven thing, that say to a molten thing: You are our god.
Balikyusibwa okudda ennyuma, balikwasibwa ensonyi nnyingi, abeesiga ebifaananyi ebyole, abagamba ebifaananyi ebisaanuuse nti Mmwe muli bakatonda baffe.