And languish in heart, and that multiplieth ruins. In all their gates I have set the dread of the sharp sword, the sword that is furbished to glitter, that is made ready for slaughter.
Ntadde omumwa gw'ekitala ku miryango gyabwe gyonna, omutima gwabwe gusaanuuke n'okwesittala kwabwe kwongerwe nnyo: ee! kifuuse ng'enjota, kisongoddwa olw'okutta.