Why is my sorrow become perpetual, and my wound desperate so as to refuse to be healed? it is become to me as the falsehood of deceitful waters that cannot be trusted.
Obulumi bwange bubeerera ki obw'olubeerera, n'ekiwundu kyange kibeerera ki ekitawonyezeka, ekigaana okulogebwa? kazzi oliba gye ndi ng'akagga akalimba, ng'amazzi agaggwaawo?