My tabernacle is laid waste, all my cords are broken: my children are gone out from me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
Eweema yange enyagiddwa, n'emigwa gyange gyonna gikutuse: abaana bange banvuddemu, so tebaliiwo: tewakyali wa kubamba weema yange, newakubadde ow'okusimba amagigi gange.