And if the grass of the field, which is to day, and to morrow is cast into the oven, God doth so clothe: how much more you, O ye of little faith?
Naye Katonda bw'ayambaza bw'atyo omuddo ogw'omu ttale, oguliwo leero, ne jjo bagusuula mu kyoto, talisinga nnyo okwambaza mmwe, abalina okukkiriza okutono?