But early in the morning when Nabal had digested his wine, his wife told him these words, and his heart died within him, and he became as a stone.
Awo olwatuuka enkya, Nabali omwenge bwe gwali gumuvuddeko, mukazi we n'amubuulira ebigambo ebyo, omutima gwe ne gufiira munda ye n'afuuka ng'ejjinja.