it is sharpened that it may make a slaughter; it is furbished that it may be as lightning: shall we then make mirth? the rod of my son, it condemns every tree.
Liloliwe ukuze lixhele libulale; likhazimlisiwe ukuze limenyezele njengombane. Ngesiba nemihlali sithi, Intonga yonyana wam le icekisa imithi yonke na?