Woe is me, for I am become as one that gleaneth in autumn the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat, my soul desired the firstripe figs.
Zinsanze! kubanga nfaanana nga lwe bamala okulonda emmere yonna ennungi, ng'ezabbibu ezeerebwa mu lusuku; tewakyali kirimba eky'okulya; emmeeme yange yeegomba ettiini esooka okwengera.