For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
Ngenxa yezo zinto ndiyalila; iliso lam, iliso lam lihla amanzi, Ngokuba ekude kum umthuthuzeli, umbuyisi womphefumlo wam; Baziimpanza abantwana bam, ngokuba utshaba lwam lundoyisile.