You have looked for more, and behold it became less, and you brought it home, and I blowed it away: why, saith the Lord of hosts? because my house is desolate, and you make haste every man to his own house.
Mwasuubira bingi, kale, laba, ne biba bitono; era bwe mwabireeta eka, ne mbifuumuula. Lwaki? bw'ayogera Mukama w'eggye. Ogw'ennyumba yange ebeerera awo ng'erekeddwawo, nammwe muddukira buli muntu eri ennyumba ye.