Thou hast cursed his sceptres, the head of his warriors, them that came out as a whirlwind to scatter me. Their joy was like that of him that devoureth the poor man in secret.
Wafumita n'emiguma gye ye omutwe gw'abalwanyi be: Bajja ng'embuyaga ez'akazimu okunsaasaanya: Okusanyuka kwabwe kulya mwavu kyama: