My generation is at an end, and it is rolled away from me, as a shepherd's tent. My life is cut off, as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, he out me off: from morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.
Ebiro byange bivuddewo, era binzigiddwako ng'eweema ey'omusumba: Nzinze obulamu bwange ng'omulusi w'engoye; alinsala ku muti ogulukirwako: Okuva enkya okutuusa ekiro olimmalirawo ddala.