Now when Mardochai had heard these things, he rent his garments, and put on sackcloth, strewing ashes on his head: and he cried with a loud voice in the street in the midst of the city, shewing the anguish of his mind.
Awo Moluddekaayi bwe yategeera byonna ebyakolebwa, Moluddekaayi n'ayuza ebyambalo bye n'ayambala ebibukutu n'evvu, n'afuluma n'agenda mu kibuga wakati, n'akaaba n'eddoboozi ddene ery'ennaku nnyingi: